I am
solid li
quid and g a  s.
Do not define me
because I refuse to exist
in just one state.
I have a  
crystalline structure
with unbreakable bonds yet
I     want   to crash like   receding     waves
rapidly; through the morn
and be
like o
          xy
                 g
        en
unnoticed but longed.
Watch me as I
melt–evapora t        e–con
dense.

My world is filled with strangers.
People without last names.
Intense closeness and then nothing.
Passing through without a trace.
I don't mind but it all feels paper thin.
I want something solid to stand on.

To feel like porcelain,
fragile and easy to break
is something I'm no stranger of

Now to feel like
stone,
solid and dense,
is something I know nothing of

But to feel like
oxygen,
impenetrable, flawless;
to be the air that fills your lungs
is all I aim to be