Weightless.

I’ve been thinking about what it means to be light,

to feel weightless,

to float above the chaos and noise.

But I’m tied to this body, this mind,

this endless loop of thoughts and questions.

The world tells me I’m grounded,

but my soul stretches beyond the stars,

reaching for something—

a truth, a grace, a reason.

Do we ever stop reaching?

Or is that the beauty of it—

the never knowing, the endless becoming?

Oh, to fly,

unperturbed by what is coming.