Cruise Ship

January 27, 2014

There is nothing

like the terrifying emptiness you feel

while staring off the back of a cruise ship at a black sky.

No object to focus on.

You are insignificant in this world.

You grip the railing for stability

but get no relief from your unsettling thoughts.

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