Sea Sick.

It’s a peaceful sea.

The closest thing to what could be called eternity.

The brillant sky, the two feet underneath you, celebratory champagnes.

All of your friends.

All of their smiles.

Nothing could interrupt this bliss.

Then, each insecurity bursts through like a dam that now has eroded away.

The water races at you- with no way to stop it’s rage. 

There’s no other option but to:

Abandon your ship

Wave the white flag

Load the flare gun- but how?

Help me- I'm sinking.