Moron Chapters 5 and 6
Up to my knees now, do I wade, do I dive?
The sea has seen my like before, though it's my first and perhaps last time
Let's call me a baptist, call this a drowning of the past
She is there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back
So I swim until you can't see land
Swim until you can't see land
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man? Are you a bag of sand?
"Swim Until You Can’t See Land" - Frightened Rabbits
I’m cheering for our friend John Moron. Hope you are too. I’m open to any feedback on the story so far as long as it’s complimentary.
Please forgive any typos. I’m uploading this from my phone at the airport as I’m in the middle of moving back across the Atlantic.
