7.11.25: People Are Oceans

Some people are oceans. You can dive deep and still feel like there’s more beneath you. Conversations don’t end, they evolve. They make you question things. Expand. Other people are pools. Shiny. Comfortable. Safe. But after twenty minutes, you’ve done all there is to do. I used to mistake pools for oceans. Thought charm was depth. Now I’m more patient. I listen longer. I notice the current. The drift. Oceans can be harder to navigate, sure. But once you’ve felt that kind of connection, chlorinated small talk doesn’t quite hit the same. I’m done swimming in circles.