It is like wind. It is like water.

All I ever wish for - is to be able to love you freely. Is it too much to ask? The flow of love - unobstructed, free. Flowing.

I guess that's how water feels these days - trapped in pipes, bottled up, restricted, controlled.

I am no tapwater.

I am a scary storm. I am a bubbly creek. I am caressing waves. I am an overwhelming tsunami. I am the serenity of a motionless lake. I am the tears rattling and rolling down your window. I am the mystery of the fog. I am crystalline spikes when you leave me in the cold like that.

I'd rather melt in your arms..