As time passes by I just drift along with the wind…
Cast out, hurt, broken. The memory of my first true journey out into the big and dangerous ocean corrupts my thoughts…feeling as if I was safe in a big ship I was still thrown in to the ocean with no remorse. As if I never mattered…never loved. Drowning at sea with the sadness forcing me to care less and less with each breath I desperately try to take to stay alive I catch a glance of a small island beach that takes me hours to swim to. Now alone on this sandy beach feeling empty; all my effort and feelings poured into the journey I felt was going to be more. In the distance I see a small approach and anchor to the beach and a girl steps off. Spending about a month on the beach feeling happy again I suggest we take the boat and go off into the ocean and see what fate has planned for us. Risking everything I take a few things with me and cast off already feeling afraid but finding comfort in the girl who is right by my side with her arms wrapped around me. I don’t believe I will ever get hurt like I did before as long as I don’t leave this boat.