Tumultuous, bubbling about like teen angst

an angry sea of emotion bumping about my insides

like a pinball bouncing against the glass

that is my skin

what you see is an attempt to fill the sails once more

an attempt to point the bow towards shore

when shore is something unfathomable

something clouded by emotions heavier than fog

How can It possibly be out there

when I cannot see or touch it

how can I just believe it is so?