a chaotic energy, a chaotic sound.
My body cleansed by the salt air,
like the layer of fear and rationality has been vanished by the vapor in my lungs.
Nothing makes sense about it,
but it doesn’t scare me like the unknown normally does.
There’s something about the sound,
something about the coolness around.
I am filling and being filled.
In and apart of this…
I am drawn to it, to where I am meant to be;
It just feels right.
Footsteps on unmade glass,
a clear path.
My toes squish and sink,
but I feel arissen.
I can feel the rising sea.
I can see:
water at my feet,
burying my ankles,
water at my waist,
getting closer to my face,
closer to my peace.
And in my vision there is no drowning,
no water filling my lungs.
I just join,
like ice melting in a glass of water.
And I am nothing and no one,
but everything and all.
I am quiet; I am calm.
I am a chaotic energy, a chaotic sound.