i_became_water raze and i didn't walk anymore. i was half swimming, half gliding, submerged but never wet, guiding what i was god of, working to get it clean, to find all the exits and entrances, the narrow passages invisible to wilder swimmers, to ease and urge it in all the right ways. i could be anywhere i wanted to be in any moment just by thinking about being there. becoming myself again darkened the gauge i carried and dulled my power, stitching into my mind the fear of poisoning everything, until i met the man who gave me that power and he restored the brilliant blue i'd carried with me before. if i was a god of water, he was the god who made me, and i grew younger as the fear fell away. 140129 what's it to you? who go blather from