Along the Floor of the Ocean

Loneliness is dangerous.

I have floated upon the sea it creates, the reflection of a full moon.

I am the moon, pulling at the waves.

They obey me.

My image skims the surface, mirroring my round glory for all to gaze upon. But I can sink past the shallow, scour down below, traipse the salt watered sand at the very bottom.

It is easy to drown in loneliness when you cannot tread its waters.