What am I becoming?

I’m slipping, slipping into a sea. Of hands.

I’m reaching and falling, and reaching and falling… reaching… falling…
And the more I fall, the more I reach.

But my hands… slip farther and farther away.

I’m losing myself. I don’t feel like… me, anymore. And I don’t know why.

Everything I was… I’m slipping from. I don’t recognize the look that’s in my eyes when I see myself in the mirror. I wonder if anyone else can see it.

But no.
Because I’m slipping,
reaching,
becoming invisible.
Falling into the background.

Because when we go deeper into ourselves, we forget the ones who are slipping. And we slip away.

I’m retracting, going back into the shell, the one I cracked so long ago. I’m falling back into that person, but mixed with who I am now… I’m completely different.

My lips are sealed, there are no more cries.

I’m falling. I’m slipping. I’m slipping into a sea of calling, reaching, invisible hands.