Loving myself so deeply that a longing of another evaporates.
Dissociating myself into the tiny air bubbles of carbonated water.
Floating until I rise above the mountains that crave to be seen.
Carve the spaces of belonging.
Feel as effortless as water caving through solid stone.
Float down the river into the mouth of the sea.
Feeling no fear of the abyss.

30 days of isolation
I didn’t know who I was when the world stopped turning.
When the objections that once defined fell flat like a heart line.
The death of the way that was.
  I was no longer written in the way I knew my self.
It scared me.
The way I could no longer sit with myself.
I couldn’t stop running.
The well turned into a drought.
& the rain came only once I cried.
I once lived in a rain forest.
Self-love as heavy as the water embedded on every oxygen molecule.
I asked her to stop.
Couldn’t seem to catch my breath...
But, I guess the point was to never grasp it?

Screaming out
From the inside
Roaring as a train whistle
Only the restless can hear
And then...
Quickly
Fades away