Passing through

Am I fearful?
No.
Am I fearful?
No.
Am I fearful?
Maybe.
Am I fearful?
Maybe, maybe.
Am I fearful?
Yes.

week-25-echo-3-passing through

It’s painful, it’s shattering to admit. Your roar reaches my little ears as you flow your mighty waves towards, as you surge higher and nearer. Your immensity, in shattering honesty, terrifies me. I weep intensely in this cinematic confession. I can’t stop. I cry in the warmth of my clothing. I see your curve following me to reach a space, an intimate distance between, to be with me, to be one. Do I know how? This is nebulous, this is colossal. I am scared. Yes. Yes, I am fearful.

And then the calm arrives.