Realised I don’t have a cup.
I have an ocean, so deep and full of pearls.
Some come to dip their toes,
some dive in to swim.
Some stand at the shore and simply stare.
Some fill their cups with treasures.

Some only got empty shells,
but I remember how they cherished those shells,
as if they were worth millions.

Some called me chaotic, too wild to hold,
while others embraced the peace and comfort I offer....