reaching

Undeniable unsettledness simmered to the surface, like an avalanche of emotions crashing within me. I braced myself for impact, fists clenched and legs rooted to the ground, prepared for what I thought would be a fleeting encounter—perhaps a minor scratch or a gentle bump. I was made for moments like this, built to endure, every part of me crafted to weather the storm. Like the Titanic, I was ever-promising, yet doomed at the moment of collision. The force swept me away, an unseen iceberg beneath the surface, its vast mass battering me until there was nothing left. I was lifted, feeling the cold grip of impending destruction, and suddenly, everything went still.

I found myself fully submerged, the chill first seizing me, then numbing me completely. At the heart of the disaster, there was no fear—only an overwhelming sense of peace. My inaugural voyage, full of promise, turned out to be my last. I weep as the brine consumes the remnants of my vessel, built to perfection, yet never meant to last.