Adrift

I'm experimenting with a different method of journaling. I'm attempting to use more storytelling elements. Not narrative elements, but rather, utilizing a fictional story to convey my thoughts and emotions.

I'm not thrilled with this piece. It reminds me thaf I need a lot more practice, lol.

Lately, I've been feeling untethered.

Like I am a balloon tied to nothing but a ribbon, held in the careless grasp of a child. Distracted, in awe of the world held in their kaleidoscopic eyes, I slip from their grasp.

Lately, I've been feeling adrift.

Like I am a ship without a captain or crew. A leaky hull and a squeaking mast is all I have for company. Until a deflated balloon drops onto my deck. But they know even less about navigating these waters than I.

Lately, I've been feeling lost.

Like I am a tiny island, surrounded by a desert of saltwater. The stars have become warped, and the sun rises in a different direction each morning. One morning, the sun rises in the northwest, carrying with it a boat manned by a deflated balloon, beaching them on my meager shores.

Where else will I be pulled?