Dearest Mystery,
However far down you go,
You can still swim up,
Even if the sunlit blue sky,
Is invisible to your eye.
I know I said to swim freely,
But that line was so tight,
It was bound to break with your unnerving strength.
Now you've been casted away,
To the ocean blue –
Alone like you say.
But please find your words,
Before understanding,
Is lost to the fisherman mending his line.
YOU ARE READING
Messages in a Bottle
Short StoryThe letters of a girl, who finds herself lost at sea - metaphorically, of course.
