No one ever teaches us that we cannot turn people into homes..

People are rivers, ever flowing,ever changing , never stay the same..

They disappear with everything you put inside them..

Still.. I am still a person, I have a soul..

My heart also beats..

But people forget that,

I block out their attacks , everyday I do..

Other days it's not enough..

I just want to get rid of all this..

My currents shift each day,

And the way I am right now..

Might not always remain..

For if you are searching for the girl, I used to be..

She was washed away..all the way out to sea..