I asked the water.  "Why do you stay?  Nothing is holding you here!   You aren't trapped in your form like I am."  I told the water, "..if I could change as freely as you, I would."  The water asked if I would come back and visit often.  I said "Yes."  The water slapping on rocks sounded like applause.  I told the water.  "You know I fear your murky depths.  I sense your hatred for us that breathe differently.  The world of water is no place for me.  Perhaps I have become calloused by the hate filled land.  The dirt and the residue seems friendly compared to your suffocating silence.  The air seems pure because it doesn't hold on to debris like you do.  In me so many unresolved feelings.  Things in which my opinions have never meant a thing.  The feeling of being worthless.  Worth nothing.  To vanish and be forgotten.  Forgotten and to have meant nothing in this form.  To go back to the elements, the basic building blocks of all. 
It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96