Boosted by cstanhope@social.coop ("Your friendly 'net denizen"):
CryptoNaturalist@universeodon.com wrote:
I am the pond.
My thoughts are the fish swimming beneath the cattail shadows.
My fears are the frogs, floating weightless, their pointed faces parting the lily pads.
My hopes are the dragonflies, warming themselves on a willow branch, mirrored in the still water.
I can know each as a part of me, without pouring all my identity into the one who captures my shifting attention.
The fish. The frogs. The Dragonflies.
I claim them, but I am separate.
I am the pond.