A year ago still seems like yesterday. how precarious this existence, as we float through this life never knowing which direction the currents will take us. You look around and recognize nothing and wonder how it happened that you are so lost. The anchors gave way and you drift meaninglessly and mercilessly. Struggling to find a way back to where you belong, realizing that the ocean is vast and indifferent to the desperate beating of your arms against the cold blackness of its waters.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
A year ago still seems like yesterday. how precarious this existence, as we float through this life never knowing which direction the currents will take us. You look around and recognize nothing and wonder how it happened that you are so lost. The anchors gave way and you drift meaninglessly and mercilessly. Struggling to find a way back to where you belong, realizing that the ocean is vast and indifferent to the desperate beating of your arms against the cold blackness of its waters.
