Slowly.
Drifting.
Out to sea.
There lives nothing, lovely.
Harsh and wild.

Chosen and bitter.
Riddled with choices.
Angered with truth.
I live in bitter resolve.
Searching for my answers;
Already knowing of whom I search.

I know, and I know, and I know.
And I knew.

But who's to say I understood?
Who's to say it didn't ache?
Who's to say I'm me forever longer?