Ocean

I don’t like clothes, or non-water things. Just my boat. And as a wave comes through, it’s as if my boat could do a flip in the air. Ocean paths are like a safe. There are a million combinations to try. And in trying, I could get distracted and drown. Which is horrible and priceless, and I would never be found. The bottom of the ocean? I don’t like to be reminded of shipwreck. I used to like clothes, and non-water things. The last time I saw them was two months ago. That’s what happens when you like boats. When you like waves, salt water, and even seaweed. I wonder how many people are on a boat alone. In small living quarters. Navigating the ocean. Checking my compass. Anchoring my vessel. I wear tattered clothes. I don’t like jewelry, or fancy restaurants. I don’t like the feeling of land or even thinking of it… I don’t like my family, or friends. Just my boat. And the threat of shipwreck. Which I’ve locked away.