Symbolism

I crouch by the lakeside. The sky is blue, like a vast and unimaginable bluebird. Fluffy clouds scud across the underbelly of the world like giant and perfect white down. The colors of blue and white reflect upon the water, making it a mottled and tranquil blue-black.
I extend a finger, intending to make a ripple upon the surface. I hope to cause many other ripples along the lakeside, but as my ripples die away, I am disappointed.
I am all alone.
I wish to tumble into the lonely and inviting water, never to return.