A Quiet Incident, A Quiet Submersion

My season of enduring had begun to pass.

I could no longer tell how the years had gone,

or whether I had grown any older at all.

Everything felt so clear.

Yet, looking back, it all drifted away.

Facing the mirror for the first time in a while,
the person looking back felt like a stranger.

I seem to have lost all sense of direction these past few days.

I felt like a paper boat,
floating out on a distant sea.

Where I was going never really mattered.

I just needed somewhere to be-
anywhere that could keep me afloat.

I felt free.

Is this the end of it all?
I hope it is.
It would be a rather beautiful ending.

I’ll see where it ends.