Floating, undeniably floating

like the rhythms of music notes shaded in on a previously blank page

paper trails of blotted ink marking the stretches of musical highways.

It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song

dancing on the tip of your tongue, so sweet

but not important enough for your mind to keep the beat

meeting the glazed eyes of strangers

on sidewalks, in places I shouldn't be, where my face is an afterthought

only a blurb in the business section

glanced at as you flip the page.

Like a sailboat on a silent sea

wandering across the horizon guided by the hands of the whispering waves

staying and leaving at the same time, and you ask me how

Well here I am; bobbing up and down in an ocean of people

you understand, right?

endless lengths of waves, the movement continuous, but progress

towards a destination I do

not

know

Do you get it

so many people existing coherently

meshing but not mixing

Like chemistry, billions of atoms make up a whole

but we are not homogeneous

suspended in our solutions, but not quite

mixtures that can be

undistinguished

Unlike the chromosomes in our bodies, we are not homologous

not

identical in size, shape, and content

but would you ever know that?

passing me by on the street and maybe

I gain your acknowledgement;

our half second interaction and another plain face, but

did you realize I had a life complete

-ly different from yours