Two Selves
A poem
Nov 7 · 1 min read

I drift, never fully present. Gauzy.
Toes barely brushing the ground.
My eyes never fully opened. Head tilted toward the sky where a more fantastical world awaits.
I am light.
Easily malleable.
Floating to and fro with the circumstance.
Becoming engulfed in, or oblivious to, the tide that moves me.


