Maybe forever is not about having enough time
to swallow the whole universe, ocean, star, touch.
Maybe forever is not about duration.
Maybe it's about depth.
The way a single moment can hold infinity
if you're really, truly there for it.
After I felt the cold, and I came back angrier, greedier,
reaching for galaxies I'd never hold.
But today, the sunlight caressed my skin
and I felt the warmth spread through my form,
and I thought: this is enough.
This heat. This now. This one small thing.
I won't taste every fruit or touch every world,
but I will taste this one, fully.
I will press my whole self into the life I have,
wring every drop of sensation from these brief years,
and when my body finally leaves,
I'll go knowing I didn't waste a single feeling,
that I loved this world so hard
it had no choice but to love me back.
Mizuyōkaii, 2025