A piece of flotsam, floating out at sea. The waves are sometimes gentle, cooed by the gentle breeze, other times, it crashes like thunder, invoked by hurricane winds.

At times, we find ourselves afloat, and we feel alive, well and blessed. At times, we are submerged deep underwater, we feel lost, blinded and full of despair.

We are swayed by the currents and the wind, we go about our existence moulded by our experiences. Salty waters corrode and fresh waters cleanse, our words are lost to the wind and her voiceless whispers. We are carried on the back of creatures and at times, bitten to pieces by creatures too.

Our journey is endless for we see no end. What we see or do not see is not an indication of our reality, for in truth, we will leave the waters, eventually, but we do not see. Alas, we are but pieces of flotsam floating out at sea.