Fading Boundaries

In the quiet tide of thought, I watch the edges blur, silent ripples knowing no end,

Walls dissolving into mist, my reflection flickers, a mirror fractured within.

If boundaries are illusions, then who am I, tethered to a shadow I can't grasp?

A whisper drifts through the emptied halls of mind, asking if I’ve lost the map to myself.

There’s no line that marks the space between, only the slow fading of what I used to be,

All that I know, dissolved into the unseen, a ghost drifting where I cannot see.

If there’s no border to hold me in, then what am I holding onto?

A fragment, a whisper, a flickering flame that refuses to go.

Does it mean I’m gone, or just unfurled, into the wind’s quiet cry?

The boundary is gone, but so is I—what remains when nothing’s left to define.

Shared echoes wander through the void, no one’s home, yet everywhere I look,

Every thought, a ripple in an endless sea, unanchored, something more than just me.

Shifting unevenly, the world breathes in and out, in silent, unpredictable dance,

A mosaic of being, unglued and spun by an uncertain chance.

Hold me in this trembling space, where the self dissolves without a trace,

A question resting in the dark—am I losing me or do I find a new part?

If there’s no border to hold me in, then what am I holding onto?

A fragment, a whisper, a flickering flame that refuses to go.

Does it mean I’m gone, or just unfurled, into the wind’s quiet cry?

The boundary is gone, but so is I—what remains when nothing’s left to define.

Maybe the edges were never real, just stories we told ourselves,

Now the silence reveals the truth—nothing is separate, everything melds.

But in this vastness, I feel the loss—a piece of myself dissolving slow,

Seeking the shadow of what I was, in the endless glow.

So I stand amidst the fading line, watching as I disappear,

Uncertain, yet knowing—maybe this is what it means to be truly free, or just fear.