twisting fate, a lake, lay awake

This is the abstractness I am digging for

Never question the movements in the water.
ripples jolted off into the grass I was taken back and in a way still swelling and morphing
They went to the lake and never came back.
Breathing the fog that is my soul I wept.
Crying for days until empty.
Hollow in the same way the forest floor feels.
I crack a smile and listen for the crack through time that split my being in half.
Cut, rounded and smoothed.
I was an axe for a day, just hacking away.
I lay awake waiting for the waves to take away the pain that hovers in darkness near my face.
Constant little chatter battered my brain until only goo was left.
I wept.
I woke and left.
I forget what happened next.

I sat still like most, still stumbling.
Wondering which direction I was facing.