Do you see how dangerous this pier looks?
That’s because it is dangerous. Very dangerous. And I’m not supposed to be on it.
I go at dawn when no one is around. Feel the ocean spray against my face. Smell the salt and watch the tiny fish frantically swim around dodging Fred (Fred is the one in the picture) and Tom, the seagulls.
If I slip off, I slip off. If I go that way, I go that way. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. At least I’d go with my mind in a state of peace. To be honest, it’s tempted me a few times. But not in a suicidal way. More of an adventurous way. To pretend I’m a mermaid. I always liked mermaids. My first birthday was Ariel themed. ❤
Of note: I’m afraid of the oceans, particularly the Atlantic, because of Hurricane Sandy. I’m afraid unless I’m alone and in danger of dying on that pier. That makes no sense because I make no sense… Hmm, well now I suppose I am not afraid in moments like this because, beside the quiet, I’m usually high as a kite. Yes, being high has probably the most to do with it. Mellow yellow medical cannabis, ftw!
Also, isn’t it amazing what a cellphone can capture?!
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