A Boat So Big, I Never Find The Water

On five-story boat. A boat with many, many stairs. a boat like the old paper mill on Alcott. it is sunny and swaying. the stairs are almost like ladders. I spend most of my time looking for the people who are in my group. some people I met in Europe last summer are there but I feel embarrassed in front of them and keep hiding when I look out of the round portal doors and in on their on-deck campfire happiness. In my head is an object made of sticks and colorful string. Looking for Justin and Bradley. On a boat so big I can never find the water.