Once again, I lay here,
Misty eyed, exhausted —
Listening to Etude by Joep Beving,
submerged in a cool and shallow pool.
Floating in a saddened relief of safety,
Floating,
It’s important to sit in ones emotions,
I’ve been told it helps to connect with one’s self.
Floating,
I feel like every broken piece of me floats away,
Separating myself further from being whole.
Oh, how I wish to be a whole being —
To no longer fumble on gripping every piece of me.
Slicing flesh from the rigid part of me,
Deliquescing into this cool and shallow pool
The haunting melody of piano, fading into the distance.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 9:35 AM UTC
Once again, I lay here,
Misty eyed, exhausted —
Listening to Etude by Joep Beving,
submerged in a cool and shallow pool.
Floating in a saddened relief of safety,
Floating,
It’s important to sit in ones emotions,
I’ve been told it helps to connect with one’s self.
Floating,
I feel like every broken piece of me floats away,
Separating myself further from being whole.
Oh, how I wish to be a whole being —
To no longer fumble on gripping every piece of me.
Slicing flesh from the rigid part of me,
Deliquescing into this cool and shallow pool
The haunting melody of piano, fading into the distance.
