I love water.
I can't say the same to the clear liquid that I'm scolded to drink everyday.
But there's more to it.
Water is both gentle and scary...
You can see right through the pure liquid but that's when it's shallow.
I'm scared of it's deep blues , greens and void black.
I can't swim in what I love.
I'm scared to let myself free.
To let go.
To let myself float and breath in and stay clam....knowing at that moment, life looks afloat.

I love water.
I try to drink the liquid but...
I know the liquid can help.
Make me grow.
Clear me.
Wash me internally and externally.
But....that's only the shallow part.
Should I let go ?
Relax into it's welcoming arms
Embrace me.
Breath in its freshness
Clean me more.
I'm scared...
Scared to dive into its deep depths.
Once you go down , who knows if you can go back up.
Once you go too deep
You'll drown in your own blood.

I love water.
It's the cause of chemical reactions in me.
Let me function.
I can't live without a drop of it.
But why do we each other ?
Damn well , I should be drinking 7 bottles.
But hey , got sick twice....
I smile to myself...
Water make me live.
Yet I'm scared....

It's very complicated.
Water and I.