waves
a love letter to my childhood self, written in a sad episode late october on a spam page post.
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I used to be a wave.
Crashing, eyecatching, beautiful.
A force of nature.
uncontained and free
both supporting and self sustained
my aftershocks reaching many.
Now I am a drop in a river,
thrown by many currents
unable to find my way.
Moved by surrounding flows.
Supported, but unsustainable
breaking off into many streams
flowing into unknown territories.
I used to be a wave.
And now I am a drop.
A couple of degrees increase,
and I am vapor,
up and out of the stream,
into the atmosphere
to be breathed in and expelled.
The drop has no lasting impact.
Was it even there?
I used to be a wave.
i used to be a wave i used to be a wave
i used to be a wva. I used to be a w a v e i used to be a wave
i used to be a wave.
I used to be a wave
as I flail and bubble
desperately trying to distinguish myself
as a droplet of water
in a stream.
How redundant.
I used to be a wave, you know?
Desperately holding onto the past
Knowing that in the present day
there is no proof of what once was.
No signage of what I wish to be.
I used to be a wave.
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i have a couple more poetry based outtakes in my priv instagram and notes app, some will never see light but i might post one or two. its been a little while, and i dont want it too gloomy in here lol.
side note, there was a piece that i didnt realise had been published for over a month on here titled 'beast' idk if anyone read it but that one was in error ; o.