As I lean back
To float
Upon the clear, bright waters
I heard the whispers
Of the water

They tell me,
You see?
You float
You are naturally buoyant
You are not meant to drown

**Hold on

I have mass
Too much of it
No matter how little I eat

And I take up space
I don't mean to be a burden
But I am
And I'm sorry

And since the definition of matter is
Anything that has mass
And takes up space

**I suppose I "matter"

I like to believe that there must be another universe,
parallel to our own,
and I toy with the possibility that somewhere out there,
I am not alone.

I long to be lost in this alternate reality,
where all of our dreams came true,
we never had to say goodbye,
and I don’t lose my mind every time I think of you...

But it all evaporates from view as soon as I look at it,
leaving me with only a small glimpse of what could have been and what will never be,
at least not in this universe.