And, as I sailed, farther off-shore, the waves started, becoming choppier, and choppier, and before I knew it, the waves were, crashing down, really hard, onto the small boat (my body!).almost taken over…not my photo…

Drowned, in a sea of words, the words, they got too loud, too unbearable, they’d all sounded, so harsh to my young ears, and, they were, from my parents: “You’re NOT good enough!”, “Do better!”, “Behave yourself, stop acting up!”, “Don’t pull the dog on its tail and make it bark!”, etc., etc., etc.

like this???  Not my photo…

Drowned, in a sea of words, I had, and, I took, so many gulps of salted water from this sea of words you’d made for me to swim in, I’d, struggled hard, to stay afloat, but I just, couldn’t, my arms and legs felt, so sore, and I just, wanted to stop swimming, but I couldn’t, because the moment I stopped moving around, I will surely, get taken by the sharks that are, waiting for me, down in the depth.

Drowned, in a sea of words, that, was how I was raised, and now, I’m, using my own words, to tell the tales of my F***ED (maxed out???) up childhood, adolescence, along with ADULTHOOD combined, and now, it’s, your turns, to drown, in a sea of words, created by, yours truly, see how YOU enjoy it!

and this, still NOT my illustration…