Waiting on unknowns.
Verses caught in transition.mensajes cast into the threshold
At the edge of existence.
There’s this spot where the ocean meets the skyline
The horizon dissolves
Sea and sky lose definition.
At the edge of the world:
A vastness
An opening
an infinite
collision.
I think I find myself there,More than any place else. In what could be,
What is
Was
Will be
isn’t.
I find myself thereVersing unbounded
potential
insisting:
Ser el Puente
Lose the self