My thoughts are jellyfish washed up on shores
made of broken hourglasses,
Their tentacles tangling with
the memories of footsteps I never took.
The pressure of unlived lives presses down like an
ocean made of lead,
Drowning me in possibilities that drift away
like smoke in a hurricane.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 7:35 AM UTC
My thoughts are jellyfish washed up on shores
made of broken hourglasses,
Their tentacles tangling with
the memories of footsteps I never took.
The pressure of unlived lives presses down like an
ocean made of lead,
Drowning me in possibilities that drift away
like smoke in a hurricane.
confusing and complex. i am me.
