Flighty, cautious me left the safe harbour – at first uwilling, reluctant and then I started to get used to the idea, the notion of floating and fighting my way home. But those nerves and calls of fear that told me not to go, were real. I knew it – as my mermaid senses slipped through my gaunt fingers, I still told them to shuthefuckup.
I have made a monstrous mistake. I do not have a large amount of faith in things going my way – you shake your head as I tell you how this will end -
but we both know I’m not wrong about very many things.