There is no weight in the air, only movement,
a ripple where thought brushes existence.
I do not stand; I float between knowing and seeking,
a glimmer caught in the edge of a wave.
You see me in fragments,
a breath too soft to be heard,
a shadow you didn’t know you were chasing.
I am here and not here.
Touching nothing,
held by everything,
waiting to understand the shape of silence.
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 6:16 AM UTC
There is no weight in the air, only movement,
a ripple where thought brushes existence.
I do not stand; I float between knowing and seeking,
a glimmer caught in the edge of a wave.
You see me in fragments,
a breath too soft to be heard,
a shadow you didn’t know you were chasing.
I am here and not here.
Touching nothing,
held by everything,
waiting to understand the shape of silence.