Water can go anywhere, everywhere.
It never belongs.
It isn’t the origin.
It stays beside others temporarily,
changing shape to fit the space,
but they always have what I don’t,
connection.
Inside jokes.
Laughter over nothing.
I soften my edges to blend in,
still I stick out, clear and obvious.
When someone who belongs arrives,
my form trembles
and dissipates.
I can fill the gaps for a while,
but the picture stays unfinished.
I only reflect what’s shown to me
until I drift off again, alone,
the cycle repeating
like rain returning
and the sun dimming on cue.
Others fall together,
crack, reform.
I remain clear.
Everyone completes each other,
hands linked into one image.
I stay at the edge,
contributing nothing.
I don’t shine or darken them.
No one thinks to give me colour.
I change shape.
I evaporate.
I question the limits.
I don’t fit the puzzle.
I am the piece that stays liquid.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 12:22 PM UTC
Water can go anywhere, everywhere.
It never belongs.
It isn’t the origin.
It stays beside others temporarily,
changing shape to fit the space,
but they always have what I don’t,
connection.
Inside jokes.
Laughter over nothing.
I soften my edges to blend in,
still I stick out, clear and obvious.
When someone who belongs arrives,
my form trembles
and dissipates.
I can fill the gaps for a while,
but the picture stays unfinished.
I only reflect what’s shown to me
until I drift off again, alone,
the cycle repeating
like rain returning
and the sun dimming on cue.
Others fall together,
crack, reform.
I remain clear.
Everyone completes each other,
hands linked into one image.
I stay at the edge,
contributing nothing.
I don’t shine or darken them.
No one thinks to give me colour.
I change shape.
I evaporate.
I question the limits.
I don’t fit the puzzle.
I am the piece that stays liquid.
This one is for the people who feel and "know" that they'll never belong with the others. The inside jokes and laughs, and you're just standing there. I've been there, and please know you're not alone!
