Still Waters

I’ve always been a little see-through—
not invisible, just… porous.
Edges more suggestion than line,
like the tide made me, not hands.
I feel the mood before the words arrive.
Call it empathy, intuition—
or the ache of being wide open
in a world that rushes to close.

I’m a Pisces, but not like the memes say.
Not just "dreamy." Not just "lost."
It’s a quiet truth I carry—
that I feel everything,
everything,
like a storm wrapped in silk.

And it’s exhausting—yes.
But also beautiful,
like watching moonlight
skip across a dark lake
and realizing it’s skipping across you, too.