lost at sea (fiction)

day 1: it was a normal afternon, when I got on my flight. I was astounded by the tree's, I nearly got in a fight. But oh to my dismay, an engine blew to flame, now we're towering downward. But no one is to blame. I was the only survivor, with only a huge gash. I fell asleep, while my whole life flashed, where am I, I ask.

 DAY 2: I wake up to see, tiny little squirrel's, they taught me their ways of no quarrel's. I learned the way to jump from tree to tree. to gather nuts and make nests. but I just did not feel free.

 DAY 3: later I met a beutiful female squirrel who I did love, but it felt so wrong. forgive me oh God ubove. yes the chief squirrel did not think I was ready to be with her, for my mind was still sane. it felt like a big blur. the warning of the crane.

2nd month: to my surprise, a bunch of people I did see. saw me with eyes wide open, not letting matters be. they took me home, helped my mind become sane. I was never the same, but my loss was not in bane.

(just trying something new)

 RM