April 14 1912


Flirting with the waves of the sea , almost swimming and yet almost drowning.
Once again,
Relishing in the anticipation of the end.
Relinquishing the desire to make noise despite the consequences.

Life boats.
Life jackets.
Violins and tears,
Significant amounts of racket.
Light off some bright white rockets.
Split, right down the middle.
Sink sank sunk.

Only those who are drowning and making noise actually want to be saved.
All others are hopeless, you know that correct?