Every day that goes by adrift in this sea of whatever is a day lost to life. There is no sighting of the land called solution so I continue to drift. I have provisions for basic survival which is not necessarily a good thing. It leaves me physically safe but mentally uncomfortable. I look for the land of solution but since I am in no tangible danger I do nothing to bring myself in any direction to find this land. Maybe the land will come to me? This is not a feasible concept but the sea of whatever has a strong effect; dampening my thought process until it is warped beyond repair. I fear that being adrift in the sea of whatever is my fate until a storm of enough is enough crashes down upon me forcing a reaction. Whether that reaction will be to survive or perish is yet to be seen.
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*hugs* Love and miss you Jackie!
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