The waves crash against the steel hull, foam oozes, and clumps under the ships aft tail. Sudden jolts are felt, as the ship rocks back and forth. My ankles are my guiding key parts, controlling the movement of my body, and so used to the motion of the ocean as if it were a life size surf board. My mind, is floating, into the distance... clouds turn into shapes, which turn into images, faces, and animals. The sun is near its final hour, I gaze at it
slowly setting. The though of "Home", is a constant memory. Reminiscing, trying to remember each street, every corner, each shortcut, and familiar landmark. My mother, brother, sisters, and girlfriend. Questioning my decisions, and my attitude towards the outcome. I am in control of my life, no worries, no drama, no distractions. Just me and the ocean.
the sun reaches its final moments, i focus my pupils on it, my eyes squint, eye brows are arched, lips are curled, jaw muscle engaged...Life, is beautiful, life is a struggle, YOU control your destiny. Things don't fall on your lap, you have to go out there and search for that shit.
