Like water, I feel my personality move fluidly. One moment, giving so much, and in another, holding back, receeding; I don’t think I’m appreciated here.
Sometimes I’m calm, steady…once in a while, my emotions take over and there is a raging storm inside of me. Conflicting thoughts, emotions, colliding, crashing, but just like the waves, they eventually abate…all is calm again…till the next one.
For the most part, I’m laid back, always choosing the path of least resistance. I adapt, and I flow, until I feel trapped, then I slowly, steadily, gather my strength and I push till I break through and flow freely again. Breathe…
Like water, there is an innate restlessness; I always want to keep it moving. Experiencing new things. Be fascinated, delighted by all the wonders the world has to offer. Yes, even the gimmicks. When I can’t flow, when I feel stagnant, things die. Like my motivation. Like the light that otherwise dances in my eyes.
I’m layered. How much of me you get to see, to know, depends. Easily accessible on the surface, but deeper down? Are you ready for this? You’ll have to look harder to see things here. Can you handle the pressure? The expectations I place on those who seek to probe deeper. Not everyone that has tried makes it.
Warm, soothing, nurturing. I feel safe, it’s okay. Cold, frigid, shut-down. It’s self-defense, I’ve been hurt.
Here…then gone, without a trace.
Never been there before? Okay, why not start now. Forging new paths just because.
Unassuming…doing the most. Like water.
Water e no get enemy.
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