Today.

The water is creeping closer, it wants to drag me in.
I walked for hours, didn't find anything but I didn't know what I was looking for.
Lights are signaling me from the distant shore (sure).
I consider my suicide note without the suicide.
I get a call I need to verify my little brothers age, I lie and he is thankful.
I'm sitting on the edge of the river writing with a borrowed pen, I guess it's kind of romantic.
I want to accomplish something.
"It's been 30 days out here 15 left to go" he growls.