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Time is inexplicable.
It weaves itself, overlaps, merges with everything all at once.
I am me,
I am not the same me,
I am still me.
Time is inexplicable,
I dont drown, I float
I don't float. I sail.
I don't sail, I chart maps.
I am the captain of my own sea.
I am not afraid of the waves, I don't avoid them.
I sail into them, the thunder my soundtrack,
The crashing lulls me to neutral, I glide through the turbulence undisturbed.
I have made friends with the deep.
She and I go way back, predator is now friend, we live in the same house, we sail the same seas.
Time is inexplicable.
I tell you, I am the same, I am not the same.
I tell you, she will rise and survive and thrive.
The emptiness no longer lingers, no longer hollows me out.
How strange to be me and to not be me.
How strange to be where I am.
Life has woven its tapestry in my heart, in my soul, in my being.
My Harbor is my anchor, my buoy, my first mate, my home.
So strange, this was how it was to always be, this is how it always was.
Overlapping, merging, weaving, constantly shifting, constantly swelling.
It is so strange, I'm in uncharted waters, yet I do not fear or dread.
The waters are calm, the waters are rough, the waters are...
Sweet.
Time is inexplicable.
