Tuesday, January 12, 2016
I am so trapped. I have no where to go. I hate every breath I take right now. Nowhere to escape this hell. Nowhere to go. Each day will be like this until other people depart. No respite, no rest. No air to breath. If I began to scream out my anxiety I fear I will never stop screaming until my vocal cords snap. There is nothing holding me down but gravity and nowhere to go.....
Sunday, January 10, 2016
I am watching the tide come in, the small waves rolling and undulating gradually covering the sandbar that the stream's meander has cut on its way through the marsh. It is a narrow spit that keeps the stream as a tight S curve to the bay. The channel has deepened. What is interesting is the level of the tide has rises a lot since I started watching a few years back. Once, even at a full moon high tide, the sandbar was never covered. Now a regular tide covers it and creates waves with a bit of froth. If the sea level is not rising then the land must be sinking a bit for this to happen. It is pretty and looks like soon I will have waterfront property. I like the sea. I rather watch the sea than people. I rather depend on the sea than a clock.