learning to be
satisfied
is a foreign concept
to me.
the turbulent seas
keep life exciting
even if
for all the wrong
reasons.

i sometimes wonder
if it weren’t for
the constant feeling
of sinking
beneath the surface
the oceans themselves
gently
waterboarding
the will to live,
what would i do
in the calm waters
where my toes
can touch the bottom
to keep my head
firmly
above the waves.

another tall tale of
life gone right
in an age
of sundered failings.