Floating on this lonely ocean, toward, isolation, but, if that, is what I’m destined to find, at the end of this journey, then, maybe, just maybe, I should just, DIVE into the oceans, with my bleeding feet, hoping to attract those sharks with gnashing teeth, to SAVE myself the TROUBLE then?

yup, it’s, like that…not my photo.

Floating on this lonely ocean, toward, isolation, but, I don’t want to feel isolated, or alone anymore, been feeling like that since GOD (nope, still does NOT exist!!!) knows how long ago!  Floating on this lonely ocean, toward, isolation, and, there’s NO way, I can, turn the hands of these, raging tides, to send me, to a better place, I suppose.

But, is there, even, a so-called, BETTER place?  I mean, without you, I’m, halfway gone too!  How am I, supposed to, start this life again, without you, huh???  You were, MY everything, and, when you didn’t love me no more (and your point being???), it’s like, someone, SHOT that plastic, BB-GUN bullet, into that fish tank, with Goldie, the Goldfish asleep inside that underwater castle.

like that, but more desolate, not my photo.

Floating on this lonely ocean, toward, more and more of that isolation, I suppose, I might be able to, learn, to CO-EXIST, peacefully (as much as I can!!!), with the state of mind of lonely, and maybe, who knows, after floating on this lonely ocean for long enough (don’t KNOW how long that’ll take…), I’ll finally, get, acquainted, to my solitude at the very end???