Ship of Thesaurus

It’s the place I want to be but currently am far from. I miss the smell, the comfort of my bed, and a warm shower that felt like a hug. I miss being within reach of my friends and loved ones. I miss being me as well. The me that would often stay away. An excuse, a party, an excursion. Anything to keep me away. Yet I feel it calling me stronger than ever. Video and phone calls can only do enough. I must visit soon. To the place that once housed me. But now lies empty in its wake.

I seek a quaint existence. Fissured out of my mind. In it, I am in a deep state of longing. Of what I lost and what I keep losing. Trouble brews a heavy storm in my path. Yet I still breathe, I still exist. In paralysis, I maybe. Breathe in, breathe out. I march on following the rhythms of my heart. 

The day felt shorter and shorter. What could be the cause of it?  Like time seeping away from the drains of reality. Never to be seen again. Was it commonplace? A phenomenon like this. Maybe, but, oh well. You should’ve known better, and made the most out of it. Why waste it away? For whom would you flush it down? It is a luxury if you think about it. Not everyone is granted the same amount and nobody can extend it either.  Money or a good diet can only prolong it a bit, but how long though? A bad turn, an incident, or you being at the wrong place at the wrong time can end it all. Waste it away. Listen to no one but yourself. Hear it beat against your chest, pushing to get out of you. Escape into the unknown. Weren’t you the same? Escaping a cage that no one locked you in. Why did you do it? Why not stay? For what purpose is it that you seek glory? Mayhaps a chance to tell your story, conjured by your mind. A figment of pure imagination. Memory, memory, memory. Such a fickle t...