Reality, concepts, the self—it’s all perspective. One shift, one new angle, and everything slips into something else. Sky or sea? Land or shore?
Maybe these constructs were always there. But only now, as I look up, do I see.
A shift hits—unplanned, raw—the apparent cracks, and meaning stretches wide.
Suddenly, I’m standing at a perfect merge—sky with sea, earth with shore.
A border that isn't, a limit that’s just a word. For a breath, I bend my perception. And in that perfect flow, nothing else is needed.