Entanglement

We imagine ourselves as separate things,
contained by skin, distance, and time.
But perhaps separation is only what we see.

Every encounter leaves a trace.
Every choice moves something beyond itself.
What disappears here may continue somewhere else.

Across impossible distances things remain connected
Not because they touch, but because they once belonged to the same moment.

Perhaps we are not individuals moving through the universe.
Perhaps we are the universe,
entangled with itself.