Dead beat dad
Enlightened
- Mar 5, 2019
- 1,030
Just a wee vent on how I'm feeling:
It feels like I'm drifting on a vast expanse of ocean, on this little raft.
There is land, but not in sight and I don't know which direction its in.
Its moot since I'm at the mercy of the tides, I have no serviceable sail or paddle, and if I did I wouldn't have the energy or competence to use them.
I am hungry but not starving, thirsty but not parched, exposed but not scorched.
The raft spins and bobs at the whim of the ocean.
It's not exactly plain sailing, as this implies destination - at any moment the sea will cause my little raft to capsizes nd I will be lost, in fact this seems inevitable.
It fills me with a constant and ever escalating sense of nameless dread.
Peeping over the edge of my little raft; no fish, no birds... Its either blue depths or black depths as decided by the sun and moon.
The only distinguishable feature is my reflection, looking vaccuously back at me, smeared by the moving water.
Some days that reflection calls to me, some days not, but every day it is there.
It won't be long before this reflection falls silent as this remote ocean.
Sooner or later I will be under it and the raft will drift and drift and drift until it too is eventually consumed.
Peace and love my brothers and sisters
DBD
It feels like I'm drifting on a vast expanse of ocean, on this little raft.
There is land, but not in sight and I don't know which direction its in.
Its moot since I'm at the mercy of the tides, I have no serviceable sail or paddle, and if I did I wouldn't have the energy or competence to use them.
I am hungry but not starving, thirsty but not parched, exposed but not scorched.
The raft spins and bobs at the whim of the ocean.
It's not exactly plain sailing, as this implies destination - at any moment the sea will cause my little raft to capsizes nd I will be lost, in fact this seems inevitable.
It fills me with a constant and ever escalating sense of nameless dread.
Peeping over the edge of my little raft; no fish, no birds... Its either blue depths or black depths as decided by the sun and moon.
The only distinguishable feature is my reflection, looking vaccuously back at me, smeared by the moving water.
Some days that reflection calls to me, some days not, but every day it is there.
It won't be long before this reflection falls silent as this remote ocean.
Sooner or later I will be under it and the raft will drift and drift and drift until it too is eventually consumed.
Peace and love my brothers and sisters
DBD
