i held up my hands, worn and weathered, and watched them become clean. i felt purity, if only for a moment. but i hang on. this is my time. i promise not to waste it. every drop has a story, and i was soaked with a lifetime, my lifetime. it was something special. i knew it then, and i know it now. i never know the right time to cut my losses and run. apologies for misread intentions. sometimes i just hear what i want. but i have clarity in my vision. i watched the rivers swell, not quite to overflowing, and i swore, this time, i knew what it meant. i swore, this time, i understood meaning. speak to me, clarify. there really isn't much else. but i'll keep waiting.