I'm Fluid.

In the purest form, in the brightest light..I am fluidity itself. Don't grasp for me, and if you happen to be hooked on to my arm-extract yourself..I'm only going to slip through your grip anyways. Don't say I didn't warn you. I've been known to be quick, to be hot and cold, to flow like the wind and to have my memory erased. I don't seek warmth, I've already found happiness. I can't comfort you or be molded. I am not pliable. I am me, and I am mine. That's how it'll always be. I own up to no soul, answer only to my heart, feed in to the wrinkles in my brain and no I'm sorry, I won't change that. I wouldn't call this being stubborn, I would call it being me. You can't stop the waves from crashing back and forth, nor can you keep the sun from shining over every surface of this earth, so think of me that way. Just so you know how impossible it is to stop me. Save yourself the pain, or agony..which ever you feel closer to. Keep the whining to a minimum and keep walking. I don't react well to exaggeration and I feel no sympathy for how you might feel about me. Catch my drift? I didn't think so.