At Sea (Capacity Pt. 15)
Sometimes a town is like a boat or maybe I just like boats so let me share a little something I jotted down awhile back when I still jotted down some stuff.
Composure kept for the good times can’t be held together as one loses another. The strength now become multiple singulars is outnumbered by factors beyond control. By elements finding new directions from which to attack.
How awake is one when closest to fears of the end? Or, is it instinct as close as one gets to the subconscious, underworld, underside of the psyche? The mind? Stuff of the Self?
There’s always something to be afraid of. More to fear than thought brought to mind.
Crests fall as rain continues. A captain is not known for boosting confidence. Only for commanding emotions to be set aside for necessity of task. For need of one and other intertwined in microcosm of a vessel alone at the whim of water and weather and life incapable of being anything other than what they are – untamed but built for the life being lived. Ready only for instinct and adapting as seamlessly as it seems to outsiders. Observers.