If fell inside her womb,

and i lost my breath

in the midst of suffocating

i saw who she really is.

Her hands are so soft and comforting,

she has known me since birth,

but i had forgotten her touch,

memories washed away by ages,

ages that made me care less about her.

Never have i asked who she was,

she lived in varients of herself,

she wore different colours and textures,

she had different tastes and purpose,

but on thing remains, she is water.