From the Water Herself

May 17th, 2025

Origin Story:

I left my family home last winter. This spring, I went to a lake. And god, it felt amazing. Our small boat passed the most randomly placed flowers. The kind you’d find in a bouquet. I picked them out of the water. What a gift. 

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I paid a visit to the water the other day. 

It glittered too perfectly not to capture. 

And this glitter has haunted me for months,

even when winter poured in. 

But I waited patiently for that very moment. 

The water had been singing my name since I left home. 

Left? Ran?

Have I embodied the disobedient and reckless child my mother believes me to be?

Did I run, or did I leave?

I don’t feel so sure now. 

I haven’t felt so sure about anything recently. 

I’m simply floating by, like the water I ran my hands through. 

Allowing the soft tide to take me and the weather to move me. 

Because what choice do I have?

The sweet, fluid, wet scent of it swept into my lungs,

allowing me to become a part of something again. 

The ducks greeted me with greediness, but I chose to believe it was precious company. 

Oh how I’ve longed for any form of connection since I left. 

Ran?

I’ve searched for it anywhere I could reach,

even desperate enough to look in the tea leaves. 

Perhaps it ran away too. 

Perhaps I should chase it. 

It’s been too long since I chased something. 

For the first time in a long time, I visited the water. 

And she gifted me sea lavenders. 

I foresee this visit to become a fond memory;

the day I returned to Her. 

Perhaps the water Herself gifts me Her sympathy. 

She has always been so kind to me. 

And it’s been too long since I’ve chased something.