Waterfalls: the impetus of change.

As the body rapidly picks up speed, each droplet, each molecule forcefully split and fallen off a foreign ledge. With such strength does the water separate and change pigments even, from the cool blue, green and brown tones to suddenly appearing white and fragmented as it melds the elements of liquid and gas together creating thousands of little bubbles; an explosion of fizz. As do all explosions, this only occurs in a matter of seconds until it crashes powerfully into the separate body of water below, creating rapid, colorful waves then slowly, slowly becoming soft ripples, relieving speed and force. These two separate rivers connected only by the big disruption of the waterfall. Like how ‘Lola before the break up’ and ‘Lola curren't’ are connected, how ‘Lola before the move’ and ‘Lola current’ are bound. Two completely separate bodies joined by one disruption. It’s in the characteristics, the way I’ve molded myself with the lessons I’ve learned from the disruptions, in which I, or someone else, could see the change. How I do up my hair, how I dress, the way I appear and talk. One long river my life appears, but really each section vastly independent of one another as it had been previously disrupted by a waterfall. Such an instant thing, although waterfalls (as long as they don’t run out of water) are continuous, as infinitely as we may know, whether we’re there to calculate it or not.

Change will always bubble beneath the surface, each and every one of us from time to time disrupted, and forced to move on.