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✧ REASON #6: WATER ✧
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DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.
I don't seem to be the one at power here. It's rushing, gurgling at me as if it wants to bring me down to the core of the flame where no one will remember me.
A strange being, this is. No one has any particular care for it yet, it's one of the most important things in the world. Yet, it's still used like waste. Am I the only one that understands its true worth? I understand you. I understand that you're scarce. That you are needed even if people might not realize it. You can create destruction at a glance if you wanted to.
In this, I feel like I am you.
I am the one who passes by everyone, without any attention. There is not a single bump on me, I go on about my day, even if nothing in my days goes along with me. I can rush too when I am quick and I want to get rid of something. I can cause a tidal wave. That is when they decide to finally notice me. Except that they don't see who I am. They just see that I am a mess and that I need help.
But, do you understand that I am okay? That I am the one that drifts around everyone's universe, trying to capture them to be my planet but they leave from my orbit when I'm not needed.
