So I am here

So I am here. The castaway. Who had spent a decade tossed by the sea. The squalls and wicked gales, the voracious splendors of the maritime maelstrom that lashed upon my crude and weathered raft. That had stared through eons of the moor in the dazed seconds of ruminations in the vastness of the unknown. That's eerie calm creeped softly by the my side, curious and innocent. Even in the intermissions of its indifferent wrath. O'er the years of labored hardships and toil of desperation I have found that which was wrought is only fleeting. That which is dear to me is but a wisp of smoke from my last match. The gulls above glut their commentary at the despair that shrouds me adrift among the tides. Their calls and the odor of the salt plague the mein that saturates the lassitude around me. Upon finding shore and glorious salvation. Upon weeping with joyous bellows upon the sands. I had relished the fortunes that smiled in my favor. For now I was free to wander the earth unbound and entrusted with my own volition. But loe, I had discovered the insidious propensity of the land I had trod. Its ferns and foliage. Fauna and flora had betrayed my senses and scoffed at what devilry oozed from the fibers of the twisted vegetation. A stern revelation unfolded before my weary eyes. And the god in the rain affirmed my deepest fears. This wasteland of stagnation and silence was a sinister macguffin that perpetuated the plague that's scourge of solitude and indignation was fiendishly omnipresent among the stones and sand and dirt and shrubs and air and stark branched arbors that embellished the horizon within this hellscape. So I, with memories in clutching fingers, grasped the dust hovering above the earth that I languished. With parched skin I walked through familiar grounds and wreaked suffering with my tracks left behind. Abandoned like God had left me. Down to the water. Down past the shoals that married the tides abusive banter and cried with soft screeches upon the cliffsides. With dense impenetrable fog looming in ominous personage before me at the beach. The frigid water ebbing and beckoning the earth to wain to its whim. I stood with the aqueous tomb up to my knees. What horror the notion of this proposition presents. That I would rather bleed my peril into the sea than be consumed by the lands vileness. The raft still patiently awaiting my persecution. With trembling legs and tremulous eyes that were equally shaken by my hands actions I labored the raft into the ocean. And its chop greeted me with teasing torment. But the mind has found solidarity in the realization of a grand and horrifying truth....