Estuary, take me far away.

You know what's more dangerous than silent nights?

Silent nights accompanied by the eloquent silence that is your own wandering thoughts, a picture in your hand with a face white-washed by bleach, a bleak memory of something fuzzy and no one else as company. Your eyes stare right into your soul as it hovers over the seven different rivers; Lonely, Hope, Dreams, Regret, Love etc; that comes down to an estuary which then meets one vast sea; a sea of remembrance. This is where the recollection of past memories flow straight into. Sometimes when it gets overwhelming, it floods the land and when it's heals, it condenses itself and floats into the air as tiny, unseen, insignificant particles called gas or compounds.

And the next time, when it gets too overwhelming, the clouds will let out a heavy sigh and cry.

For the girl with the white-washed picture.