A Ripple

There is an element which bashes, and thrashes it’s way, protruding, diverging, and galloping it’s way through. This element is called the ripple, not the ripple for which is water, but for which psychologically, the element for which your mind relies. I’ve seen this ripple before, felt it actually, rampaging it’s way through memory gaps and interludes. This force, this element has no boundaries. Limitations. Or ambitions. It has no thought, or will. It has but one purpose… to get through to the other side. Most times it will succeed, and will, in most likely-hood, end. He platted against all odds and in the end it could not take him. But, had it really wanted him? Had it just walloped and dazed into a memory for which was not real? Or maybe… just maybe, maybe. This was The Ripple for your MIND.