Once again, I lay here,
Misty eyed, exhausted —
Listening to Etude by Joep Beving,
Sinking into 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,
Sinking,
Sinking into a cool and shallow pool.
The haunting melody of piano, fading into distance.