I’m alone, though there are many people around me.

I’m invisible, though I wish I’m not.

I see people, I meet people, I talk to people, I laugh with people, but I’m not I’m when I’m with people.

I pretend I exist in this world, but don’t know where is my real world.

I always preach everyone to live the moment, but I don’t find the life in any of my moments.

I think that I’m patient, but the burning inside me dominates my patience.

I want to fly like a bird, but I can’t leave my chores behind.

Still, I live in this world.

So, I call myself as a WATER.