The well runs deep within me. The water ran low. I was trying to operate at the surface level and I drained without the water I needed. I could have been mistaken for the opposite of what I am when I was starving in my bones. If I wanted to see the world, I needed to lift the waters to reach me, so I could see them, and they could see me. So I crawled out, and with every ounce of bravery I could find, I climbed lightening up into the clouds and broke them open. I watched the rain fall. The rain rose flowers, and the well brought me back to full figure as I was no longer thirsty, I was full.