there are times where i feel a certain disconnection from my culture.
an electric current flows through me—a body of water. and in this thick water two sides of me swirl hopelessly around, never connecting. two of the same puzzle pieces. two copies of the same key. just endlessly floating with no purpose, and no intention of connecting. there is no spark between them. two empty masks drifting along a stream of koi, following a current that leads to nowhere. that in fact leads to itself. a circular pond with no end and no beginning and certainly no purpose. and in between two habitats, i switch these masks. with different faces and different colors, i present myself.
and in the koi fish’s eye, it is all-seeing; all-knowing. a window that binds what i see and what i cannot. and in this binding, in this delicate intertwining, i see that they are not meant to be connected, they are destined to be apart—but that is simply just fate. they are intended to coexist, not to combine. two identical puzzle pieces, but they both complete the same puzzle. two duplicated keys, but they unlock the same chest.
there are times where i feel a certain disconnection from my culture.
but a koi fish’s eye helps me see through it all.
