ocean hunting
digging through the ocean like it’s a trash can and you’re looking for the last piece of pizza.
I dove into the ocean so deep my toes turned blue, and all I found was a rusty spoon. Not even a gold spoon. A rusty one.
I found a gold coin, but it was so tiny I thought it was a pebble. I’m not even impressed.
I’m not hunting for gold, I’m hunting for respect. And I’m not getting either.