Melting/Freezing Point

I am wishy-washy.

Not the wish-wash of a washing machine,

but the wish-wash of water.

Fluidity is a beautiful thing.

 

It is unreliable though, that fluidity,

Too fluid.

Like water, my mind is impressionable,

and the smallest drop creates a ripple effect.

 

But my body is not fluid,

it is solid.

It can change though, it is adaptable.

My body is teaching my mind to solidify.

 

I am wishy-washy.

But not like water.

Not anymore.

Wishy like a shooting star and washy like a washing machine, now.

 

Wishing for others to feel as I do.

Feeling that I am becoming whole.

Washing doubt from all crevices of my mind.

Feeling that I am all together, perfectly.

 

Becoming ice.

Like water, but stronger.

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