Current, a continuous movement of – in my case – water in the same direction.
Current, the abusive force that tugs, and pulls, and leads astray.
Current, Nature’s janitor, sweeping me downstream – like trash – am I trash? I ask it.
Currently, I have not received an answer; however, I really wasn’t expecting one and I can guess the answer easily enough.
I feel Light.
Blinded by Light and swept away by Current.
I close my eyes to both of them as they vie for my attention: Look at me! Light screams, while Current pushes against my eyes – wishing for all of my attention.
Current pulls me under, angry at my inability to focus as Light pushes through my eyelids where Current cannot.
Look at all that I do for you! Light brags, I make you beautiful. Without me, no one would even see you.
Feel me, Current demands. I keep you moving, I keep your water fresh, I create your electricity when Light is gone.
I can escape neither – the only relief being what Cold provides.
It numbs me.
As Light tries to burn me, Cold heals me.
As Current throws me into the rocks it has molded over time, Cold shields me.
But it can only do so much.
I can only take so much.
