so powerless
.
.
.
we are unable to live
yet we are unable to die
.
.
.
perhaps just like rain
we change forms
.
.
.
gas
.
.
liquid
.
solid
.
.
.
even with the passing of forms,
the humans hearts
still remain heartless

"When I lean my ear
up against your seashell heart,
I can hear an ocean of love
roaring inside."