I am water.


I am water.
The water of the well you cry yourself in.
The water that throws the answers above the questions.
The water that a simple bucket cannot reach.
The water that drinks her own hands.
The water with sight beyond the reachable.
The water that listens.
The water with all the known and drown senses.
Mirror yourself in me.
No one will ever know
As not everything is there to be said.