As I drift further and further away from the shore, I tread water and try to catch my breath.
“One more time”, I tell myself as I dive below into the deep depths of reality and search for what’s lost.
Not only was it the anchor that kept me firmly attached to the now distance mirage I called my dreams. It was also the motor that kept me going till I reached the next port and refueled my soul.
But as I gaze into the endless blue unknown of tomorrow I’m afraid she’s fallen prey to Davy Jones and they’ll be no saving her.
I imagine her trapped in his locker, expelling her last breaths in a plea to be found. While I resurface, look to the skies, and float along… quietly telling myself.
“Tomorrow… Tomorrow… I’ll find my motivation.”