Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

This sailboat, if only it could talk, the tales it would tell. Begun as many objects, then pieced together like a puzzle, unaware of what it will become. Struggling through wind and rain, through rough seas and calm waters, a free, drifting spirit controlled by what it cannot. For now at rest with the gentle sea, but still tethered by the weight of anchor.

Sleek, curving into a point, with a mast up like a rod. White like a sheet, with a long black stripe, the sea reflected upon its surface. Below the sky, speckled with thin, light clouds, and beside it a long dock. A shady hut, a small forest of palm trees with a house among them, with a motorboat on the beach, this is the only company around.

This boat, it reminds me of myself, longing to be free, but yet tethered by an anchor. It is a perfect example of life, going through tough times and calm times, quiet times and lonely times. If only this boat could talk...