all the way out

standing at the edge of the gathering waves, storms brewing and churning out on the ocean, i could have walked straight into the water and never come home. have you ever had the notion to just be alone in all directions for millions of miles with nothing but the wind for company?

picture yourself in the middle of the ocean, a million miles from nowhere and you're alone.

i want to die in peace, but i will settle for pieces. and standing at the mouth of that ocean, i didn't ever want to come home. some little part of me went away, it went missing. it's out there on the ocean and i want to die alone with it in my arms.





i'm frantic...