Sea Of Time.

Time moves in waves,

just like the tide…

one moment crashing against the shore,

the next pulled back into the deep.

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I can feel it in my bones—

the pull of the past,

the pull of the future,

the way every moment is somehow connected,

woven into the fabric of my existence.

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I used to think I was lost,

caught between who I was

and who I thought I should be.

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But now, I understand

that I was never lost.

I was always just swimming in the current,

learning how to navigate the depths

of my own story.

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As I approach my birthday,

as I approach the cusp of another year,

I feel the weight of everything I’ve lived

and everything I’ve yet to become.

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I am no longer a child,

but I am not yet who I will be.

I am in the middle,

floating in this moment,

aware that the past has shaped me,

but that it does not define me.

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I am the sea,

a place where time comes to rest,

where it all merges,

where it all makes sense.

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And yet,

I am still swimming,

still growing,

still glowing.

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Swimming through the waves,

slowly becoming all of me,

with every step I take,

with every moment time takes,

with every connection i make.

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With every connection I make,

I unravel the sea that resides in me—

and as I dive deeper,

I realize,

I am not just part of the sea,

I am the whole damn ocean.

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And I don’t need to know where I’m going,

because I am everything,

and I am all the waves,

all the ebb,

all the flow.

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The sea doesn’t need answers,

just the courage to move,

and so I keep swimming,

crashing against the walls of time,

until I carve my own path through the deep,

until I am no longer bound by anything but the roar of my own pulse,

until I become the endless, unstoppable force.

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Rising higher with every breath I take,

until I’m free from time,

and nothing can make me break.