I find my self in need of a friend, someone I can call my own. A special friend that everything can be shared with and with things of our own. Someone who I can call my best friend. To talk, text, hang out, spend time and tell jokes together. To share inside jokes and not let a soul in. I have realized that although I call many people my best friend but have yet to experience it the way I did long ago. Instead, it seems that I am floating alone in this ocean called life. I have companions but they are like the critters of the sea, plenty but are found in certain waters. I feel like there are no critters where I am going but I still have to keep on moving.

Those old stories are no longer for me, the waves that use to thrill me are only a bore. For the sea critters that I love and adore are embarking on their own adventures and spreading far and wide. I am not afraid of losing them but rather pleased with their growth.I know I will see them again when we all migrate back home. Why so alone? Because on this boat that I float, I only have myself. At times that is enough but it can be rather dull. Paddle on, paddle on, paddle on to another shore I go embarking on my own adventure that holds a brighter future. Who knows? Maybe there will be someone waiting for me.