His Dark Eyes Dared Me With Danger

I don't know what I want.

I feel like I'm a message in a bottle that keeps getting read and then sent back out to sea. Feels like they all know that the message isn't for them. I keep forgetting that part of the whole 'out at sea' thing is that I'm surrounded by water. Paper doesn't do well in water. Even so, I keep pushing the cork out and letting the sea wash in.

I wonder if they keep sending me back because all that's left is a blank page since the water's washed the message away.

What does it even matter...

I'll be floating around...