sometimes i believe that the past is nothing more than a thinly veiled yet slightly distorted glimpse into the future. the mistakes made once are doomed to be made again. situations change, outcomes don’t. right?
the glass is half empty and i’m thirsty for more.

sometimes when the tides roll back out to sea, i fear that i will lose my footing and be unceremoniously swept away with them. the ground that once seemed so unyeilding beneath me now showing it’s true colors. i will have been fooled for a moment, but should have expected as much.

if i ever am swept out to the ocean and i find myself ebbing and flowing with the waves, feeling as insignificant as the seaweed floating beside me, and having no right to anticipate or assume survival, i will find solace in one solitary hope, one solitary belief.
rescue boats will come. rescue boats will come.
rescue boats WILL come.