The Optimist

The water was dark and still as I watched the ragged sail ripple slightly from the smooth breeze. This cloth that will be a part of my fate. The piece I allowed to completely demolish me or unlikely pursue my inevitable dissolve. There was some frustration in the fact that even being alone on this boat, the sounds of the water slopping on the sides was enough to drive me insane. There is no such thing as silence. Even the stars were too bright to close my eyes. I don't know how I got here. I guessed how to make a sail, used what clothes were near and said, it. So, I'm sailing. Without wind, of course. Hoping for high seas and lightning. But, my thoughts are my reckoning. I'll eventually turn back. The torture is.. what I went to discover was not what I expected. No pirates or secluded islands. Just nothing. Even though I made it this far, Who cares?