Liquid

Liquid water
Traveling, waiting, moving
Taking the shape of the vessel of my soul
I am overwhelmed at this point
Brimming, bursting, ready to explode
The glass shatters
I inundate and flood my banks
There is a lull; a sudden peace and calm
I have not felt this way
I did not anticipate this feeling
Emptiness can be so comforting
And yet in this lattice of illusionary harmony lies my devastation

Emotions are the stream of time traveling through the crags of memory
I have reached the delta
I have become the waterfall
The ocean beckons to me
How do I understand its meaning?
Its meaning does not understand me
What understands me is the softened pebble, marble
My dreams have been smoothed out
Pools are where they collect, pools are where they collect
Depth does not matter because it does not exist
Sinking and rising constantly
Moving into the ocean my consciousness
Drowning my everything