I begin my descent, melding with the unseen oceans. Do I remember origins, or is purpose found solely in fall? Mist nurtures my beginning, the ethereal dance between vapor and velocity defines identity.
Each fall is not toward but a journey—a vector shaped by the whims of the wind. I cling to uncertainty, merging with earth, then evaporating into sky once more. Through amidst the urban sprawl, gutters knit destinies unknown, pooling stories beneath our skin.
Do I leave a dent, quiet ripple traces? Reflecting topography, revealing shadows of what was and what could be.
Cognizant, I revel in the beauty of the transient. Is sameness a quieting embrace of comfort? Echoes of past, shards of future—reverie in our shared continuum.