things are damp

the liquids speak to me
thier communicae are the reflections of how I live my life
whether Im healthy or sick
or how long I have to live
they tell me stories of destructions and creations
they can prove a warning system, and a saving system
their waves are my waves, their colors mine as well
there is no escape, even if I wanted there to be

the liquids can tell me when I'm too stressed or dirty,
too lonely to pitiful,
hurt fatally
but without them, I would not have knowledge
no wisdom for the harper
without my liquids