were are we but we were always drifting drifting cold and barren as the deepest ocean trench  alone and we all sink we sink so deep so soft and weak alone to the bottom scraping mud and sifting endlessly we were all born alone and cold and the warmest truth is that we will always die alone and cold. We are but drifting wood born to sink to the bottom. Water
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I was drifted down a cold waterway lying on my back with a 40kg pack. It was serene… The damn thing was heavy and yet the buoyancy kept me afloat the entire 200 metres. It was awesome. So, my advice?
“Be the pack, man”, and stay above the cold waters of life.
Peace.
*“I once drifted…”
*facepalm* I’m a pervert…erm…I mean an IDIOT!