Diving Inwards
Diving inwards like a dream, like an ocean. It’s devotion. The word is a second chance — your second cup of coffee, your rebirth. Diving inwards, where time dilutes: Ten hours become one, and one becomes eternity. Breaking the shallowness of boredom and routine. Diving inwards — to you, to your love, to the child in me. Diving inwards while climbing up those ancient stairs. I freeze — did a moment pass by? I’m still the child in me. I love him, and he loves me. I dream with him, and he carries me. You are still the child in me. The house never changed. People did: they burnt words. I live with the flame. Diving inwards; infinitely.