Survivability RateA Story by nihilistictablelamp "In my life, I have seen people walk into the sea, just to find memories plagued by constant misery." I think love is tied to leaving. I think that we are only granted hindsight after the end is evident. I think it all goes to s**t after the ship is stuck at sea and we're desperately trying to reach land. After there isn't a meager morsel left in sight. We get on this ship, promising an eternal vacation, but in actuality the excitement of the trip is merely ephemeral. And of course, it wears off like a metal bell out in the rain. Not too soon, but quick enough. We are promised on this ship that we will never be abandoned, that only good things come out of this sailing. That furthermore, everything is okay. But it's funny how people lie to us so easily. We're just a speck. A smudge. Something minuscule. Living souls that roam this planet earth that circles around a great ball of fire encased inside this solar system within a vast Milky Way Galaxy. Hypothetically, we know nothing outside of this place we call our home. But I suppose there are matters worse at hand. At hand we have a ship sailing at sea, ready to land in between a sharp bridge of rocks within any given moment when that significant other utters those two words or that paragraph or just gives you a simple action; however you'd like to put it. There really is no way to "stop the ship's course." Frankly, it just happens. And no matter what you do, no what you say, and no matter how much you cry... You are so alone in this world on that empty ship that you just wish to drown at sea. But of course it doesn't happen. You sit there and you thrive. “I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.”
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