u/HotShots7

trying to find balance among chaos
is like trying to swim in a rainstorm.
even at the surface,
you're still being poured on.

i've never been much of a swimmer,
but i do love thunderstorms.
the water that breaks through the clouds,
as opposed to the saline waves.

water is powerful

the sky cries when it needs to.
i do too.
the seas turn when they want to.

i can survive under pressure
but if you dropped me in an ocean,
i'd drown.

floating only works if the seal is never broken.
i guess so does resistance.
everything and nothing.
flood and drought.

i see things in the shadows
i thought you did too.
glimpses of memories
both past and future.

a testament to what goes unnoticed.

things that souls have held onto.
energy that has never been transferred.
motion that has never been stopped.

they show me things.
important things.
but importance is subjective.

a birth, a death.
a marriage, a heartbreak.
an honor, an illness.
a win, a loss.

to forget and to remember,
is not all that memory is.
memory is a feeling,
memory is a smell,
memory is the chills that raise the hair on your arms and the pit in your stomach that makes you uneasy.

memory will manifest
in ways that speak to you and i
and in ways that may scare you

i see things in the shadows.
i thought you did too.