Anchored to this illusion-
I call out from the darkness...
someone, please come find me.

I keep searching for my lighthouse...
you must understand-
I want to be found.
But my soul is ocean glass, being shaped by these raging waves
and the thoughts that overtake me in these quiet hours that seem to have no end.

Drowning in the weight of what it means to be me.
I'm so lost out here
in this unforgiving sea. 

December 13th, 2018