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...
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I have random thoughts that wont fit in my sig...like why am i here? is it destiny...or is it boredom? feel free to comment, but keep it clean: i dont like cleaning out my journal :) I might put in a dream/nightmare log...
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