Dead-Link

The author of my personal journals, the recorder of the momentous and irrelevant died from an attack of boredom only recently. I am now adrift far from any past not equipped for unknown futures. Being knocked off the raft I was clinging to, being a slow swimmer in a fast moving ocean I doggy paddle in these long minutes trying to out-guess next moves. It’s hard to be calm in rough waters we get used to the humdrum far too quickly, take the low-key for granted. Speaking of keys I tried to unlock a private webpage I had neglected for years it turned out to be a dead-link. I sink, I paddle on doggedly just the usual castaway looking for more driftwood to latch on to.