Water at my door

"You don't feel for me anymore. The way you look at me now is, is different..." 

Am I ashamed? No! 

I had the privilege sticking my hand in the cookie jar, but the cookie won't follow. It has happened not once, not twice not trice. The fruit just won't drop.

I think it's commitment, I think it's God, destiny and I don't want to know what would happen if I poke at this fruit and it falls.

But something bugs me, why this one? I know the water is great and fantastic, infact I have never met anyone, but once the water flowed, it broke through the door and everything followed, the fruit fell into my hand effortlessly, I swam and didn't drown. God didn't stop it. 

I have questions about this, what connects me to this water, it won't let me drown?

And I hate this question, but "who am I? Who is Omi?" 

Well I may not believe in humans, but I believe in life, I don't know the connection, but I know it exists. 

Burn down the chapel, what's in it's foundation?