messages in bottles

       
       
       
    imagining there being someone on the other end of the sea to receive-many messages in the bottle from yours truly....how dare I believe....    
       
       
     things dreams are made of- how dreamy could one be? one's boat has sailed to no where-though collected and read messages in bottles along the way that weren't necessary meant for me to read....      
       
       
  imagine this being the one and only life we lead- what a pity; all these barriers and barricades blocking ones' passages like clogged arteries; the many obstacles make it hard to find and sustain ones' way to comfortably breathe....        
       
       
on an island, adrift- gorging one's self to sleep; lost in the sauce as can be with just enough direction to navigate from point A to B(barely); semi errections that come and goes as it please-with little to no aid from me-that's how it goes when one's been baking in the island's heat....      
       
       
urges are strong but fade abruptly; consolation for one's aggravation in many ways-just like the many one seeks.... one's stuck at the seashore watching the landscape of the waves ripple as one begins to reach for one's pen again sending off yet another message in the bottle into the infinite endless sea....      
     
one's just 1 out of the many one of ones.... with messages in bottles....