Some days it feels like i'm not human. I'm some kind of ethereal, otherworldly being trapped in a vessel too small for me. I feel so big, like i'm a vast ocean that could drag the entire world under my waves. It's almost overwhelming.
Some days I want to dig my hands deep into the earth, spread my fingers until they become roots. To stretch myself up into the sky and feel the warmth of the sun. I want to become one with the earth, with nature, with the universe.
Other days I want to sink into the sea. I want to melt into the waves, crash against the cliffs and stir the sand so far under the water. I want to storm, and scream, and destroy, to rip apart boats and islands until they are part of me. I want to become the sea, the clouds, and the anger and coldness they hold.
I want to float into the endless void of space, breath in the stars, let their light flow through my lungs, my veins. I want to fill myself with the beauty of the sky, become empty but full. To fall asleep surrounded by the planets and moons around me.
And then I wake up and I'm still me. So small with such a big mind, longing to be something beyond what I am now.
