Little shiny light.

When I am standing still,
I am standing, still.

Some day our molecules will meld.

Words that are but words
circle us
stalk us
infiltrate us.
Until those words help us
glue it all together
&
allow nothing afloat.

What I long for is
everything afloat.
We haven't defined it,
thus we cannot comprehend,
thus we cannot see
what truly makes us function.

I can't help but believe
we are missing a complete
realm
or realms
or hundreds of thousands of
our own realms
that belong to our very own identity.

Or maybe the problem is identity.

I am so close to absorbing it all
But, so far away.
Because I always get snapped back to reality.

This is my beautiful sea of realities.
& I am thankful for
every.single.drop.