unpredictable floating

Right now I sit in oceans calm to the constriction around my body. These waters calm, not

like before when waves slapped me from all angles; rocked me side to side. Pulled me toward

 shallow shores then into deep ends for snapping sharks. I was dipped in and out of the water 

with such force by my hair I gathered an unwanted headache. The water now, is neither cold 

or hot but lukewarm; with the slight bounce of a steady heart monitor's line. I like it when 

I'm like this. I'm not angry, nor sad; but merely calm. But like the sea tugging me this way 

and that way, I can't decide whether I am happy or not. I must be, because I'm still here and 

still writing. I hit the iceberg long ago, but I'm still treading these waters. Some waters, I find 

however, are too vicious to sit oneself in. I might wake up there, but it's not my fault. 


Let there be no pirates on this sea; unpredictability salts the air.