Sunday, 9 March 2008

I'm OK, I think...

Sometimes the water appear to be calm. Too calm. It's times like this I start to panic, taking quick shallow breaths, scared that something unknown will pull me under to its dark depths.

Then these tidal waves of emotions just wash over me, leaving me beaten up and bruised by the harsh beating of it. What wind has blown these waves over, I have no idea.

I find a buoy, and I try to hang on to it. I'm scared that it'll float away, and leave me to drift in the middle of nowhere.

Till I reach my shore...
 
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