Entry #21: Still Drifting (Quiet Thoughts)

Sometimes wanting your dreams isn’t enough. Life casts you from the cliffside, shattering your form on the rocks below. The waves hammer your beaten body relentlessly. The tide pulls you under and strangles the last bit of life from you. But you don’t die, you drift without end. Longing to return to a surface you never had a place in. The sun glimmers on the surface as you outstretch your hand to clasp a ray of light. It falls through your fingers, leaving you empty. Still drifting.