today,
i found out that i am water,
full of salt,
pouring from eyes,
induced by emails,
too far away,
and so out of touch,
that old loves die hard
against hardened hearts,
and pleas of moving on.
today,
i found out that i am water.
that i am here for no one reason.
that if you ask me, i can't tell you why i came.
today,
i found out that i am water,
living in a city without a source,
i still flow,
against strong soils,
sucking up the life around me,
running fast,
and without direction.
today,
i found out that i am water.
can't grow in any one place,
must be moving at all times,
eyes focused on an inward, fluid, slope.
today,
i found out that i am water.
ice, steam, and potion,
that i live placeless, logicless, puposeless,
evaporating, appearing,
i am only the process.
today,
i found out that i am water,
made of it,
swimming in it,
directing the currents.
today,
i found out that i was water,
as i read your email,
and realized that you are soil.
solid. located. roots sunken deep within.
today,
i realized i didn't leave you.
that this was a promise i made to myself,
that was evident in everything i always was and promised.
today,
i found out that i am water,
that soil too is part of nature,
but that the elements do not birth each other, support each other directly.
today i found out that i am water,
flowing,
and that you are soil,
stagnant
and that we both are
neccesary,
seperate,
in flux,
protecting ourselves,
our ecosystems,
afraid of death,
i flow,
change,
bring life.