Raindrops

thoughts are like raindrops in the ocean

sometimes they go deep

sometimes they don’t

 

down under the waves

where light can’t reach

monsters of unimaginable size and shape

lurk and thrive

nourished by unlucky raindrops

that sank too deep

 

up above

amongst waves of chaos and weather

float the raindrops

too light and airy to sink

shallow in all senses of the word

 

so where is that perfect middle

where the light can barely creep

and the fish swim around like lazy dreams

that place just past

where the sane dare to venture

out of sight

out of mind

 

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