Shiver Me Timbers

Just a hermit crab on a rocky bottom, unfazed by a jet flying by. My senses are dull, as is my significance. I yearn to ride a rainbow as my steed. Yet, my dreams shatter like fragile bubbles, and the screen fades to black. I hesitate, blinking and waiting, unwilling to make the first move. I secretly hope lingering will force me out. The pressure on my senses, is like an echo in my ears. It’s both unsettling and strangely exciting, a tickle escalates up my spine, something is about to unfold.

Love, JL