Overboard

I’ve been lost at sea for so long I’ve lost count of the days. All the sunsets and sunrises blur together as a meaningless message of time.

Compassless with no sense of direction or purpose. I float there like dying seaweed being fried by the sun’s rays.

A rough wave lurches against the side of my boat and my body is flung over the edge like a rag doll. I can feel my shoes pulling me to the depths below, knowing full well I’ll never resurface.

Still, it’s better than being on land.

Drown in the water or drown in the paperwork.

I’m not really surprised this is how it ended. After all, I was the one who threw the compass overboard.