I am on a home-made child-made craft set off into muggy waters. The air is almost as wet as the sea, and the moon is so bright that I am embarrassed- I'm exposed in front of the earth above and below- alone as far as I can see. And I am so so sad because you are back on land as I drift-at your mercy-away. But it doesn't matter how far I go because there's really no way of telling how far gone I am. I am just a speck amongst all sorts of blue. Around town will you notice I am missing? I am going going going forever and I think it's a sign. The waves start to get heavy. I wonder if there's a storm back on land too, and if you're hit with the same thick drops. The opportunity comes and I let myself go. I am swallowed whole and it wasn't the storm that got to me first.
-k
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