Tuesday, November 11, 2014

The water supports me. I float along the surface day after day after day. I am made to serve a single purpose, to separate the water into equal lanes. The number doesn’t matter- I’ve done six, eight, ten, no difference. Those people, they pull on me, break me. They use me to cheat. They use me to their benefit. I cannot do anything about it other than sit there and float like the helpless chain of plastic I am. I become lose over time between the currents and the people. If only the role I am made to play wasn't so rough.

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