Two Different Worlds

I feel so thoughtful near water. I feel like I'm on the edge of two different worlds and it bothers me that I cannot be part of the other, not really.
Water can be so many things... Calm or fierce, helpful or dangerous. Water can either heal or destroy. It has a voice of it's own and it can speak it with a whisper or with a roar. You can stare the waves for ever and still each wave is different every time. Or you can listen the river for ages and it's always telling you a new story. And the scent of the sea or river or lake or brackish water... Water can be so many things but still it is the same.