Semi-Daily Scribbles

Kurt loosened his grip and let dangle the cord that kept him tethered to his fellow buoys. He helped as many of the bloated floaters as he could. That was the whole reason why he held on for so long. Kurt was kind and liked to lend support in whatever way was right. Being helpful lessened the absurdity of his life. Kurt wouldn't have been happy with tidy stacks of days racked up in the end, anyway. His best friend was the flame that blazed in his skull. The time to say goodbye had arrived. Kurt hoped his compassion would count for something when the tourists found his bottle of notes washed up on a distant shore. The cold black water claimed him. Kurt went numb as all his pain and wonder sank to the bottom of the sea.