There are worlds inside my head obscured by haze. I see only the edges, blurry landscapes yet unformed. I fumble at my own thoughts but find nothing more tangible than clouds and fog. The only part that’s clear is the shoreline where I stand, waves lapping at my feet and wind brushing at my face. What lies beyond the horizon? Over the hills?

Always pacing the shoreline, caught between two worlds, each one still incomplete because the missing piece is the answer I cannot yet give.