I can feel the vessel being pulled in all directions.
Every indication points to Mayday
Its not a crash, but a feeling of being on the edge of something;
tons of possibilities, a calling, a meaning.
An alarm of impending doom if I didn’t know better of excitement;
so much to do ahead, no more time to think.
On this third day(of slumber) on the first of May, I rose again to see
a calling to stay grounded to focus on flights to-be.