Vast Blue
April 1, 2026 at 2:35 PM
Again I hear and see—
what I’ve never encountered before.
I reach for a memory that isn’t mine,
it slips through my fingers like water.
I taste every feeling: joy, frustration,
like a sommelier of stolen lives.
Shadows creep around me,
whispering,
and I start to feel
as if the whisper is mine.
Something presses on me,
filling the space that was mine.
A prick of emotion—alien, unnamed—
rippled through me like ink in water,
spreading and shrinking all at once.
A heaviness flows through my veins,
from head to fingertips—
it fills me entirely.
Little by little,
ink and water blur into one another;
edges of self dissolve,
slipping toward others.
Is it black water,
or thin, flowing ink?
We merge, we drift,
currents within currents,
gnawing at ourselves,
weightless, suspended,
carried endlessly by streams
that carry streams.
The sky flows into the sea,
the horizon softens,
and in the end—
there is only vast blue
