On strange waters
It's funny how I sailed in waters unknown, reaching far corners, gathering feelings and experiences, wound up back in home waters, now unknown to me.
It is as if life is telling me that I've reached the end of the line and it's time to start another round.
I've already started the next round that doesn't seem so different from the last but exponentially frustrating. Lack of new faces, availability of faces I resent;I've grown to resent. All that makes me wonder what could be in store for me as I sail deep this time.
It's more like diving than sailing this time around. Under water, drowning each second. Trying to catch my breath but failing to. It's a constant struggle with an enemy I'm not so strong against. I can't swim.
It's difficult to understand who the gappis and who the sharks are. They are all role playing, dressed up as another. Most of them can't see the devil inside the other, most of them can't even try.
