Murky thoughts swim against the tide
Drowning in a dark whirlpool of ideas and illusions
What is fantasy when reality is never clear
Salty oceans sting the wounds of self destruction
While the holy water purifiers my soul
Moments of both tangled emotions purge extremes
Confused what it all means
The mist vaporous energy raises to the sky
No longer anchored to the situation or outcome
Please, throw me a life raft as the shores are now reachable
Keep me afloat for another day is attainable
100 days 100 confessions 