Semi-Daily Scribbles

Tea and seaweed.
The brine of the deep.
The choice was ever mine to be made.
Decisions did not come easy.
Results were tough to grasp.
I put my faith in the feeling of the moment.
I had done away with the need to ask.

I held my breath for one more dive beneath the surface.
The only reward left was pain.
I chose to hang my heart on a satellite.
Destined never to come back again.