It’s like being lost at sea on a tiny little life raft.
Just drifting.
Riding whatever current you happen to cross.
Losing control of direction,
completely.
Not knowing which way is what.
And you just drift,
a little bit,
then a little more,
each day.
One day there is not a single familiar thing in sight.
No land to speak of or drift to.
Nobody is looking for you. They can’t find you if they are.
You are lost,
entirely.
The sun has been beating on you for so long now
that you’re not even sure of your name...
What day it is...
Have you eaten?
I need a drink.
I’m so very thirsty.
I’m so hungry with no appetite.
Did you hear that? Am I ok? I don’t think I’m safe..
Something is out here with me.
And I’m so far away… from home.
Home: Hmm… where is that,
what is that,
who is that…
is there anyone there who can help me?
HELLO?!
Can you hear me?!
I AM RIGHT HERE!
CAN'T YOU SEE ME?!
CAN'T YOU HELP ME?!
It’s so dark here.
I’m so far from everything,
but I can still see you in the distance,
like a mirage, like a little movie that I cannot play a part in.
I love you so much.
I am so sorry.
I never meant to drift this far out.
I’m too weak to swim,
I’m barely keeping my head above water.
I’m treading but I’m tired.
I’m wasting my strength in treading when i should be fighting and kicking to you.
Which way do I go?
CAN'T YOU HELP ME?!
I AM RIGHT HERE?!
CAN'T YOU SEE ME?!
Please..
I am right.. Here..
I’m so very thirsty..
HELLO?!
...
..
.
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