From Fishsticks to Turkey

It came, whole and pure. The vessel before me seemed to be the only thing my mind could fix upon. It stood still, alone, like the last place the world needed to survive. But why did the black sails hold death upon them? Death. Die... Maybe I could die there too? I never knew the thought of death could draw me forth so strongly. I knew I had been avoiding it myself, but there it wouldn't be me. Leaving destruction and chaos in the piles of insects at my feet, I crunched over their twisted bodies and headed toward the shore, the sails, and certain death.

The water wasn't so far away as to seem a struggle to get to, but certainly it wasn't as close as my mind made it seem. I was not there. I was there. Boarded the last bit of life I knew was me, I began chasing death. One row, two row. I was lost in the thought that wasn't mine. It didn't disaapear. It stayed there. The mighty ship stayed there. I got closer and it didn't get farther away.