i.     brought upon me 
    eternally
         was
             the
stone of regret

and how silly it was
for me to believe
    that
        stones could
           move.

ii.    skies never resembled people all that much;
  
  however:
    they both did command the world
       what to do and
       when to do it and
how
to.

iii.    “stones sink in water“
        they slash through it
  almost like
swords would.

but never would i have thought that it was 
a 
natural thing
for the stone to sink.

iv.    things that
      i couldn’t see

were often my favorite.

a cup of chai before the sunrise,
a powerful gust of wind that moved me,
and a sudden heat supply given by a mother’s hand.

v. but 
no matter
    what
        happened

the hues in the skies
would
always
contract and bend in funny ways
that i failed to comprehend
time and time again.

vi.
one thing i was sure of:
it would 
always fall when the day would end.
just
    like
        people 
    do.

and the water over the horizon
stood frozen 
reflecting the skies
and that
stubborn
little
rock lay hidden in the depths of the sea.