Raymond Rivera Sierra

Incredibly distant, like a stone under rushing water. Something as subtle as that disappears over time. Unable to speak, to share it's pain. It waits for the opportunity of an outlet, a soft hand of a curious mind. It waits for its change, throughout time, nature makes it a new specimen. It waits for its demise, though it changes throughout the course of the future, it's death as a being is in the sense that change has made it different. But through the time, the reflection, the passing, the stone dares to dream.