Sup3rnality

Worried, scared...that I'll never be everything you could have been. Terrified that my place here is only to half-fill voids. 

Ghosts are a-haunting again. Rousing with the shadow of doubt, the smell of fear. They whisper words I have long left forgotten, long thought would stay buried with the rise of dawn.

I am on a lone boat upon a harsh sea. Stumbling upon the waves. Afraid of the deep unknown. 

The shore is a long way off, and I do not want to be rescued. I'm in this for the ride. Come wind and high tide. Would you just...come row with me?