From the bottom of my heart

can't see

My hands finding,
My feet wandering.
The glistening sea rises
And crashes over me.
Sparkling water surrounds
Me, I cannot see
But I am in awe of it.
My fingers stretch to feel
The sensation of rushing waters
But what I touch
is still.

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A/N: The persona is lost in her own fascinations (denoted by words such as "glistening", "sparkling", "in awe" and "sensation") but there is also a disjunct between reality and her comfabulations ("cannot see" and "what I touch is still"). She is trapped in her own mind.