me&me

in order to become who you are, you must kill who you were.
you are stuck in a cycle.
one that ruthlessly comforts, a false illusion of safety.
this can’t be it
there must be more
i know this
but its so blurry.
vaguely, quietly, softly
there is a humming in my soul.
amongst the infinite universes, i am pulled towards a new reality.
yesterday i saw the bathroom faucet drip down,
the water droplets hitting the drain ever so differently each time.
every moment
every second
millisecond
is a water droplet
and its precise place of falling, are the continuum of events.
this timeline is changing.
but just as i exist here,
i also exist parallel to myself.
my very consciousness is illuminating&drawing energy across these realities.
i feel a calling of myself, from myself.
i feel you.
i really do.