Tidal Wave Preferred
I feel like I’m drowning; being pulled under by some unyielding bit of pollution. The plastic from the cola cans wrapped around my neck, the mesh netting from the mandarins gripping around my feet, the oil leaks filling my lungs with each gasp for air…Not some merciful force that ends you quickly like an undertow or tsunami, but a quiet unrelenting evil that continues to surface despite all efforts to escape it.
The tides are always changing they say, and to some degree it’s true.
But for every two highs you get the lows will follow through.
I usually calm the storm.
I am the shelter and the relief.
But day by day it’s pulling me closer and closer to the reef.