Water's Poem

There will be some time when something we can't live without, hurting us. Sort of revenge we'd never thought of. How come? It feeds us everyday, it makes us warm and saves us from freezing to death. It might be our best company wherever and whenever. It is in us. We need it but we never even try to like it, love it. Kind of one thing which always be there for us but nothing we do to appreciate its sincerity.

And as I said before, here comes the time.

The time when it grows to care about us more and more. The time when we still don't give a damn about it. The time when it keeps us alive but we don't even give some freaking place for it in our hearts. The time when it feels sick of the way we behave but doesn't have any choice but sticking around us because we freaking need it.

Yeah, we need it. Always have, always will.

Until it feels hard to be kind anymore and starts to go rough, it makes us finally look at it. Look at how easy it could bring pain for us. Look at how powerless we are dealing with its anger. Look at what we've ignored for all this time.

 Look at the disaster caused by our greed to have everything without giving any spaces for it to be.

It's coming. And it really is angry to us.

It, which keeps us alive all this time, now showing its power to put us in such a death sentence.

We sink. We fight for the first time.

We're trapped. We begged it for our lives as we never did before.

We're dead. We saw it for the first time.

It knows exactly why it has to act like this. God knows why. WE knows why.

Why do we just blame each other instead of asking ourselves the reason why?

We know. We're just too scared to say it out loud. And too damn high to admit.

Meanwhile, water keeps singing its poem to keep us realize.

Always have, always will. Always be ignored.