A beautiful tragedy, built for you and me 

A beautiful tragedy gifted us land, two legs, and the sea 

A beautiful tragedy built to imprison or designed so we can’t stop trying to break free 

Perhaps it’s a little bit of both 

A place to feel things you’d never want to feel again

Yet you turn around and feel something you’ll chase for the rest of your life to keep feeling that very thing 

Those things that keep on giving to you

Those things that light up your soul in the prettiest neon blue 

Those things keep me going amongst depths that are hard to navigate. 

Those waters are so dark; in them, I stagnate 

Yet I know the crystal clear waters so well

I know they exist. I know they’re real. 

I know how ecstatic they make me feel. 

I try to convince myself that I’m in control, 

that I have the wheel. 

But sometimes, it feels like I’m not, and I can’t quite put my finger on that. 

It seems a bit mystical, a delightful dive into the unknown. 

I can meet you there.

Let’s chat about how much things have grown.