Like Valium

I guess I have been waiting for something, I guess I have trying to sit back and let the tide of life roll over me, taking me somewhere that I never guessed I would go. I think I have been fooling myself.

If I could take all that was me, I would send it across the ocean, wrapped up in a little note and forged in glass. Floating floating floating across till I am finally smashed upon some far off rocky cliff face at lands end, and I will dissolve. The ink of my being will run, and I will dilute myself, each carefully penned letter, each fragile sentence, will run. Melt into an ocean that knows nothing better than to forge on.

I could be apart of that.