Swimming in an empty ocean.
Surrounded by nothing yet everything making one human knows that water sips through to the living organism called the body. Floating in the endless water masses.
The soul’s weight drags it deeper.
How deep can it go?
The ocean tried to bury something that seemed to be long gone. Not existing.
Floating. The lungs catch a breath of clear air, as clear as the crystal blue sky after a storm.
Did the organism get buried? Torn into pieces made of water?
The soul’s endlessness can’t find a way to exit. Will it ever leave? Will it be set free from its weight?
No amount of water could drown it, no amount of air can bring it back.
A longing touch to the soul taught it to live without water or air.
Silence, spent in its own endlessness. The blank space reflected all galaxies, the entire universe. The endlessness, the weight, seemingly crushing, carried the whole universe inside it.
How can the universe be drowned?
How could the universe ever live from air, when all it needed was the unexplainable endlessness of a soul?
Thank you for carrying the universe inside you.