An ache
I can't quite put into words.
A feeling
I refuse to embrace.
A silent hurricane… flashing before my eyes.

It all began with a grip
I was too reluctant to let go—
Even knowing
I was holding the wrong rope.

A connection I never truly understood…
Was it ever a connection?
It shattered me in an instant,
The moment truth arrived,
Carving me — piece by piece.

I could hardly look away.
Because really,
What’s the point in running,
When the wave has already crashed?

How could I pretend
I didn’t get drenched by it?

The trees saw it.
The sky saw it.
And the wave…
Was part of it.

So maybe it’s time—
To sit in this silence,
And wait,
As the water on my skin slowly dries