Dramatic Waters

In continuation of not crashing out, I want to empty my mind a bit more.. something heavy that passed through earlier, maybe even foreshadowing this exact part of the ocean I’m now sitting with. I’ve realized I’m too dramatic. Like—too dramatic. The kind of dramatic where the red flag is practically embroidered on my sleeve. But that’s the thing.. in those moments, it’s always so real. Too real for my own good. Just to be even more real in the next chapter of the ocean.

This part of the ocean feels… creative. Brilliant. Brilliance is the first word that landed, without hesitation. I won’t even open the door to the obviousness of coincidences not existing and how this wave is not like the ones before.. because it isn’t. But isn’t that the point? No two waves are ever the same. Not truly. Each one a different rhythm, a different secret held in its curl.. a fingerprint made of water. Some differences are loud. Others so quiet, only Allah could design them with such precise softness. I feel relieved. Alhamdulillah.