Adrift in a see of loneliness, I called out for help. Eventually an answer echoed in the distance. My weary body wiggled free from the weights of mental solitude and swam towards the sound of heaven.
No longer trapped in a monologue conversation, I took comfort, grew stronger as my words carried meaning and relief settled in. I was not alone.
Though now, in the midst of this rescue I feel an emptiness. The conversation steered deep down an unexpected path and despite the carnal appeal, it feels like a shell of what it truly could be. The emptiness in the shell causes me to pause, doubt and feels the change in the tide...taking me back out to sea.
A false hope?
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