The Drift

I can feel myself slowly fading from the barriers and restrictions of what lies behind. In the distance, my gaze fixes on the horizon as the sun gradually slips below, what seems to be, a never ending path before me. At that moment, my body shivers as the gentle breeze glances over my body. I wait patiently as if, somehow, the ocean held the key to every question this life had ever posed to me. But instead, I hear nothing but the soft waves brushing against my board. As the current takes me farther toward the speck of light calling me from the edge of the world, I look back and realize...I can feel myself slowly fading away from my past. Fading from who I once was and can never be again. Fading from the judgement and assumptions of those who claim to know me. For one short and glorious period of time, surrounded by this vast oceanic bliss, there is no pain, there are no troubles, there is no heartache. Yet I also realize I must go back. For now, I'm caught in the drift, and I ponder the light slowly slipping away and what it would hold for me if I just paddled on, not looking back.