We've all had turns throwing words off board: a certain few drift some two shifts of blue before swiftly sinking out of their own accord. Others yet lift themselves in further pursuit of barren waterways yet to be oared. But a tiny handful have yet to continue their ongoing flight to the edges of the world... And still most words end up sunken-- as nothing more but lost conversations.
how much of the things we say actually get to outlive us anyway?