Someone told me once
‘When you get to the point in the sea of life where you’re avoiding the jellyfishes, then the answers will make sense…’

And so I got to that point
The jellyfishes stung me
This way and that
Instead of avoiding them
I went straight into them
Wading into their part of the water

Enjoying the stings
That made me feel alive
Made the blood flow once again
Because I needed the pain
Perhaps
Or I just keep looking at my empty palm
Where your hand should be
And nothing can hurt as much as that

Things don’t make sense even in the jellyfish part of the sea of life when you’re the cause of it not being there anymore…