Like water.

I take form to my surrounding, like being poured from a jug into a cup.

I run with the earth.

I can be frozen in time, then melt under pressure.

I can be a refreshing as morning dew or  with the turn of a faucet, scorch you and leave you sweltering as your flesh bubbles from the burns.

 

Like water, I turn into solid, liquid and vapours.

I’m a rock for you to lean on, tough enough to last. Solid.

When you touch me, I melt. Liquid.

Turning into these forms so rapidly causes me strain. That’s when I become absent minded. I can’t be all these things at once. 

As I start to realize you have abused my powers I disperse through the air. Vapour.

To think I am just as versatile as water…

I give you life.

But, you chose to stay dehydrated.