Drift
Drift June 6, 2012 I lie engulfed in warmth. The world flows on around me, a backdrop to the sea of life. I rise and fall on the gentle eddies of tide and wing. Feathers caress my face, and salt stings my eyes. Am I weeping for the loss of life, or does life weep for the loss of me? A gull screeches... Sign in to see full entry.