There must be higher meaning in being mostly water..Fluidity of human nature, elusive, barely contained. How easy it is to bleed out, to ooze out of life.. Flow. Adaptability, taking on traits, much like water takes shape of a vessel, expanding to fill, to explore. There are moods and tides that allow constant motion and growth, just like body of water sustaining abundance of life. I'm an ocean. I weather the storms. I got treasures to hide, got monsters and pirates to feed. Sink or swim..I'm polluted and pure. There is less of me, there is more, streams and currents of anticipation..but it's always calm at the deep end, always tranquil and dark and blue. From a high and low, from a million ways to die, for life, I return to water.
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