One-Fish Submarine

I'm living in a one person submarine and at odds with it.

There are the days that I love it. And then the days I can't stand it. When I feel stifled, torn up, beat up, prepared to rip anything apart.

Lately I've felt angry. Angry at nothing but then angry at everything.

I want to tear up all the insecurities and live. I want to breathe every breath as though I haven't a care in the world. The days I feel too much, and then the days I feel barely anything at all. The biggest obstruction to my balance is ultimately myself.

I'm going to go insane in this bubble. I feel it already. And yet I am meant to be a single being.

Yes, I want the closeness of another person. But I also push them away, quite well in fact. I'm an oxymoron. Two opposites trying to exist as one whole. And it doesn't work that way.

My submarine would tell you all about it if it could talk. The most I can do is watch.