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I stand untouched
I am aware of the ripple in your sea
The sea of lies as it has turned out to be
I have heard it was unprecedented
But there is always a first time you see.
It is nothing compared to the storm in mine
As I wait by the edge of the sea
And view the sunset from a good distance,
My thoughts rise beyond the heights of the sky, the depths of the sea
I am suddenly occupied with a fear that demands reason
I dread to fill the now worn out pots
With the irreplaceable memories,
The haunting wrought, should I strengthen the knot?
Irreplaceable, irrepressible, irrelevant now
I hold no more room in my pot now
It has begun to spill
Let me repeat, my pot is ragged now
I stare at the soil and it reminds me of my pot
Why should I go through the labor and make a new pot now
I would rather spend the time emptying it
Also, I am not sure if I remember how
I am fed up
I am done and over with, everything we are or we might turn out to be
I am aware nothing can be undone
So I try and move on, no hopes, no regrets,
But my feet won’t cooperate; I lift up one foot and the other sinks even deeper
I let myself dig in the sand even more, that turns against me when I attempt to leave
There is a bond we have developed you see
I visit the sea frequently now
Trying to seek composure, a balanced mind
But its beauty bewilders me even more, (the memories lurk from behind)
The water mesmerizes my senses, vanishes away the little reason acquired
The thoughts reappear for a while
But then in a flash seem to vanish in the haze again
I can’t move on and I can’t move in
I can’t fill the pot and I can’t empty it
The memoirs are too precious
I stand untouched, but I deny giving up.
It is comforting to have no thoughts at all so I refrain from moving away or moving on
I leave the decisions, the questions unanswered for later
I stand untouched with a blank mind now
I stand untouched with no questions: why, what or how?
I slowly drift from being indecisive to just “be”
I refuse to answer, or seek reason
I stand untouched as now it’s soothing
To just let it be
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