I’ve been reflecting a lot as of late. Of my choices and my personhood. I am slowly transforming and transitioning. I long for Crazy Frog to come out and lighten Melancholic Me. But I recognize this as a growth process. A replanting of sorts. And so I turn to words. My forever comfort through the ever-changing life.
Swim Deep
I don’t know how to pretend.
I don’t know how to fake emotions.
I don’t understand shallow.
I don’t understand fickle or lies.
I love with depth.
I live with depth.
But the depths frighten me.
I swim in the deep waters.
While others sit on the edge.
I know not why.
I watch the watchers watch me.
I question my truth.
I doubt.
I ache.
I weep.
I worry.
I turn inward in fear.
I long.
I long again.
But I still swim deep.
I will for always swim deep.
For there are no better waters.