Stranger

You can’t conceive of anything different, carrying to term ebbs and flows of life. Outward mobilities.

How to extend a hand?
How to grab an outstretched hand while exhausted, treading water?
Somehow the glow, safety and care, threatens more than cold horrors lurking below.
You’d rather not know.

Drowning, now.

Inaction is action for the gently indifferent, indecision a decision, nothing a terrible something.

Don’t be a stranger