Is there a word for having no words
I’d like to think contentedness stole my thoughts
Rounded out the ages
When I was once made of glass
But it’s something else I don’t understand
Feeling is a funny thing
The way I sink into myself
Is like I’m gliding across the ocean floor
Limbs dragging tiredly behind me
I’m following trails of light that fade away before I ever reach them
If there’s any darkness left below me
I shivered a bit reading this, from the reference in the title to the way I connected to this that goes beyond personification if a mollusk. What struck me is that if we are content or at peace, we may not have specific words to document it compared to when we are devasted by something. I felt a numbness in this, and also, an inability to understand that. Wanting to propel forward but feeling lost almost, lost in ourselves. It reminded me that sometimes we can drown in self-doubt or the weight of our thoughts. We keep sinking when we are trying to make progress or make a breakthrough.
That's how I interpreted this piece and I liked the small yet building affirmation that you will be there soon.