Suspended and lifted by the wind.
What is wind? What is that motion? Hey. HEY!
You are one tiny drop of water falling through the sky.
You didn’t know you weren’t separate and now you are. Separate.
It’s just you. Alone in your skin. Surface tension holding you together.
And that is all.
Otherwise as you approach terminal velocity you are fragile.
Easily smashed out of the sky.
Somewhere inside this one incredibly simple, incredibly complex drop
Synapses join. Strengthen.
Connections are joined and new ones braid in.
That horrible sense of falling falls away.
After each minute there comes another
Decisions arise and need to be made.
Awareness. Other drops. Other connections outside and inside.
Finite. You know. But you don’t really know.
Brief flashes of the falling come back.
Minute. Minute. Minute.
As if the minutes are infinite.
There will always be a minute to do this next thing.
Make that thing.
Sing that song.
A looming below. Vast. Dark.
But here is another minute. Minute.
Wobbly minute. Surface tension isn’t what it was.
Tremble. Hold together.
Molecules joining and letting go.
Slippery and powerful.
You rejoin all the water in the world and spread.
No separation. No you. No end. Ever.
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