I step out onto the deck.
Salt and air stir together.
I vaguely remember being here,
Maybe from a dream.
I walk towards the railing,
and place my hands on the icy metal.
I lean forward, careful not to fall.
The water- dark and deep.
Waves are crawling up the sides,
threatening to devour the boat.
An abrupt stop shakes me.
Falling, tumbling, crashing into the unknown.
Opening my eyes, all i can is a dark abyss.
A cloud of bubbles rush past my face as I exhale.
I walk but feel weighted down.
A faint glow above me
catches me off guard.
Am I dead?
I lift my arm, trying to reach it.
My fingers break through the surface.
My body follows.
I squint in attempt to block the light.
The light that shines brighter than the sun.
I notice I’m no longer running in the water.
If fact I’m no longer running at all.
I’m walking through a dense forest.
My curiosity is down to minimal.
I have no desire or drive or to explore.
I’m perfectly content
Yet I have no idea where or how I got here.
My journey is just beginning.




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