I was thinking how I was, how I am. How I become the empathizer when the other is vow; the warmth when the other is cold; the gleeful, mechante sea with innocent beach sand

And I realise, it is who you are whhat makes me What I am. Like colourless water flowing through bottles, and pits, and pools, and depths.

Give me a wound

I am the river who washed the pain

Give me a graveyard

Caressing the tombs,I will be the rain