when in doubt, survive. what more can you do?
when in pain, float.
i consider it the most viable option.
throw yourself into what you love, hope for the best, and make yourself forget.
grab the life raft that is distraction.
consider what you can do, will do, and hope to do.
i hope to be happy, my fondest wish.
i hope the pain goes away but it seems to be inching back towards high tide.
when you know what you want, but what you want doesn't want you, you keep working.
sea salt is in my skin, acid rain in my wounds.
i'm drowning on the inside, burnig on the out.
these chills hurt.
my skin doesn't glow anymore, it's rubbed raw.
i am not one body.
i am a shell, with a tossed-away soul.
i am floating.
in this sea, i am alone.
the blue sky hovers above, the blue depths below.
it is swallowing me whole, this blue.
unknown things brush my skin and wake me from my reverie.
there is a clean beauty in solitude, the sweet rocking of the waves.
i am beautiful.
i am alone.
i'll rock into sleep, sleep into eternity, disappear into the clear sweet waves, sink below the trembling foam, and emerge.
i will emerge onto an unknown shore.
the ocean is a dreamer, as am i.
i dream of the impossible, and of what will never be.
as the blazing sun pries my eyes open, i remember and feel.
remember the pain and feel my wound's sting.
i will keep swimming.
i know what i want but what i want doesn't want me.
where is my rip tide?
i want that current pulling me back to the sunwarmed shores i once knew.
the sea is cold at night and i am floating always away from the sunrise