'the waves hit the caves
and the men underwater try to swim through the shards of light
the ship's run aground
all hands overboard
I can't stay afloat
my raft's taking water
my friends, if you see my oar float alone
then you'll know that I won't be back
and I never made it home'

It felt like my island roots were rotting and my branches were reaching for eastern sun.
I'm digging my heels into this groove, I'm finding myself again.
And even though I'm almost ready to find myself somewhere else here and now is all I am and I am alllllright.

When I posted my last blog entry, I had no idea.
I had no idea.