Waves and Stillness

If it wasn’t for the waves I don’t think I’d have a problem. Even if I didn’t make it at least it would be still.

No, no that’s not true. Drowning is drowning.

Death is death.

But the waves...

They swell

So high.

Just by the elevation my ears pop.

A still world,

Is so much easier to navigate.

But the world has not been still

Not for a very

Long time.

It’s still.

Finnally still

Too still

As if the entire world has forgotten this sea and focused it’s energy on something decidedly more interesting.

As small ebbing promises of movement and quickly succumbs to gravities persuasions I am almost convinced to follow suit.

When there are waves we fight the waves because fighting is what we know.

What are heroes without villains?

But how, in the middle of this blasted ocean, do we fight such stillness?

Merging with my captor almost seems like the only proactive thought that I am able to conjure .

No! No!

There must be more that I can do to avoid flooding my mind.

All of a sudden.

Circumstance blessed me with a gentle breeze and my mind returned to me.

And then I was on my way.

How good it was that I waited.