The drops of water land on my face,
In the most disoriented shape,
were I think about water itself.

Salt water,
Rain water,
Drinking water,
Never matters when you look at water itself.

The liquid that makes all,
Shapes all,
But yet never hates all.

The vital fluid to life,
That we take in strides,
The only thing we truly rely on.

People are never that strong,
Never help you,
Or admit that they were wrong,
but water is just something,
almost designed to be relied on.

Broken friendships,
Broken hearts,
And broken sparks.

But the spark that will never go out in you,
Is the one that almost entirely,
makes up you.

-By Josephine Writes