This is rough like a giant question mark. This is very appropriate. I made it difficult.
One line is unbroken and sharp.
Even rivers do not provide ways into the heart.
They drop to the oceans from what was eroded, spreading out from weak areas.
And we say our small talk words. And we repeat what we already know. And we rest our past in the sand where our head has been for years.
You are deposited into other locations, places I won't access.
You are responsible. You are the reason the earth sighs every night.
We will wear away.