I am coming.

Traveling the current, while facing backward.
Watching the world change every moment.
Feeling the wind of past storms.
But I, am coming.

Taller than the tide, but shorter than the fish.
I'm a pebble in this abyss.
Without food or water.
But I am coming.

This place is still.
As I see no land, no water.
Only the sky, mixing the colors.
And I am coming

You're close, I can see it.
A light moving in circles.
The light stopped, opposite to me.
But I am here.

It's dark.
Time has halted, freezing my ocean.
I am here.
Where are you?