thought * forget me not

these waters are cold and chilling, unforgiving, and reckless with the psyche. the winds blow at a tempermental state and occasionally shout obscenities in each ear as it whips by. the skies are overcast, with a murky quality to them. with sun just on the verge of breaking through the haze, giving a sense of hope, falsely. but somehow this ship is familiar, the creaks the groans of the wood. i can smell the faint rot and moisture upon everything. the echo of emptiness below well known. this voyage is manditory, tickets are for the very unlucky many who fail at their attempt to win at pleasure island. with a return journey we all know about but tend to ignore. i am alone on this ship, but know i am not the only passenger... cont..