I seem to be sinking a the sea of melancholy today. The tiny dinghy of my desperate consiousness bobs helplessley on the open ocean of sadness. Waves of present and future pointlessness hit me from one side. On the other side are swells of frustration and anger.
My oars are broken and my cell phone is dead. In the distance pass ships carrying cold, indifferent passengers who have no idea that I exist. There is nobody to save me. Nobody knows or cares that I’m out here. My options are limited. All I can do is wait and hope that fate has something better in its plan for me.