Water. Was I sad? No, not really.
When I think of water I think of being lost. Being in open water with no where to go, and each escape as distant as the next. Hence the sorrow of this poem. Being guilty that you can do what you can, but it not being enough. Confused because all you know to do it contradict yourself and no matter how hard you try at something, you end up up lying flat on your back like a tsunami that never reaches the shore. On a much lighter note: 2nd of the series, yaaaay! ^_^