Barnacles

Dear Blog--
Sometimes I feel like an iceberg.
Long since crumbled away from an arctic shoreline. Without anchor.
A white motionless monument of thick, hard ice.
Slowly and almost imperceptibly melting into the warmer waters that surround it, until there's nothing left.
Until the frost white core barely bobs above the surface of the salty waves, cracks. fragments. Breaks into chunks unrecognizable of what was before.
Sometimes that's how I feel.