I reside in a restful forest, but it rains relentlessly. The water shifts to the center of shaken scales. I can detain them in my hands, and the driblets will not dribble through. I can drain every drop from every drink and still feel dry. I can be stuck in a storm, sheltered under the sweeping sequence of trees, and still feel stripped. Saturation is sealed in my destiny, but as docile as the determined downfall may be, I still feel deserted in a desert.
- Alexander McCurdy