The wind was whispering to me,
as the waves watched from below the boat,
warning of circling sharks,
but I saw only clear skies and serene seas.
I crashed below the crying waters,
unmoved by their tears,
knowing that their sadness would soon fade.
I knew something that they didn’t,
and soon, I began circling with the sharks,
cycling through all the doom filled days,
never letting them linger too long,
taking quick bites,
so I could taste the sweet seconds that exist,
in even the worst of times.
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