TSUNAMI MIND

The line between what was and wasn’t was never easy to see. Harder still was knowing which moment belonged to which life.

She drifted in a tsunami of thought, envying the waves for their beginnings and ends. Her mind had neither - only motion, circling back, folding in.

Time bent easily for her. Reality, too. She could rearrange it all to suit her needs, a quiet sleight of hand she mistook for control.

But seeing everything, the possibilities, the consequences, left her hollow.
Knowledge became its own kind of solitude.

She wished she were a bird of prey, diving from the clean edge of sky toward something she couldn’t name.
At least then there’d be a view, perhaps mistaken for clarity, or a path.

Her thoughts raced through every version of the day, every choice already made, until the inevitable happened.

The alarm sounded.
Morning again.
Another wave.