Rivers

I know the sound is beautiful - I've heard it before... What happened? Filtered and amplified beyond tolerance, it is stripped to annoyance. I'd like to unzip the horizon and step through to whatever's on the other side. Even an abyss of pitch darkness to float in for awhile would be better than what I've come to. Maybe the seams of my soul have been blunted. To gaze into the past only adds more guilt from a reservoir overflowing into rivers. I do not fear the future, but I expect no favors from it, either. More often than not, the moment of now, meant to be glorious, is shrouded in the vestments of despair, anxiety, mocking, cul-de-sac unsure which way to turn, believing nothing better 'round the bend but even if.......