I bet if I jumped off the top balcony I'd get caught all up in the blowing, and I'd get carried right away.
Over the ocean.
I'd soar over the Diamond Shoals,
Through the snow whipping through the air,
and out, out, out to sea...
And then, once I was far enough out, the wind would quiet down,
still...
Then!
Down I would crash!
Plummeting.
And I would splash into the sea
at the deepest point between America and Europe,
where the ugliest fish and the biggest whales live.
And I would float,
and float
and
float
until
eventually,
the salt water would soak into my skin,
and my skin would take on so much water
that I would turn into a sea thing.
Yes, a sea thing.
And I would live my life happily, eploring all manner of things under the ocean's surface.
Never wanting for anything but love.
And bread
And coffee...
For love would remain a sweet, warm memory in my mind.
Someting lost in the midst of all the new.
Faces swept away by the wind.
And with the sea water surrounding me
licking my whole entire body,
I would close my eyes and think.
"If not for bread, coffee, and love, I would be quite happy with my life here in the sea."
And then, having quite decided there what I must do,
I would set out on a journey
to search the whole sea
for adventure
and love.
