May 18
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Skipping stones

One word, one stone,
Flat and smooth.
One lake, one life.
One stone
Is flung at the water.
The ripples spread out like a fan.
Each ripple changes the water,
Churning up the sand.
It hits once, twice, again and again.
Each time it is thought about.
That one moment
Keeps on changing the lake again and again.
“Why did you do that?”
“You're going to be a lawyer, right?”
“Stop being lazy.”
“Just stop worrying.”
“You're so weird.” 
Each word, each sentence,
Is a stone,
Changing the lake,
Destroying the glass surface, their dreams.
One word, one stone.
One lake, one life.