lost in narrative

I’m tying to touch something
Opening my heart
Reaching my hands around my skull
to let loose my mind
My ego ebbs and flows with the tide
a constructed self
I run from it
It pulls me back
I get one foot onto the shore
I can see the sun looming over the bluff
I hear the wave behind me
Its surge pulls me back out to sea
an unforgiving rip tide
and I forget what the sun ever even looked like
It’s something I’ve only heard described
but lack any direct experience
I’m lost in narrative and story
I want to feel the breeze
that lies trapped in my imagination
Wait
There it is
I feel it
and as soon as I am aware
it vanishes