I feel like I’m always mourning the loss of potential greatness.
I see a thing, a realization, a connection, an idea, start to take shape.
I can feel the energy build.
I can see the infinite possibilities unfold like a fractal before my eyes.
And a current comes and washes it away.
Sand scattered to and fro.
A constant renewal of the shores
Connections become less of connections and more of a flow towards the infinite current.
I can see how it is beautiful.
Still, down here it can be so lonely.
A grain of sand travelling the deep.