I was on a ship.
And it wasn’t mine.
I was on a ship, stuck in a pond, forced to watch the sun dip behind the ocean, all while stuck on this ship that wasn’t mine, in a pond that was unfamiliar to me, in a land that I only knew from a dream long ago.
I was stuck on this ship.
In this pond.
Watching the sun set over the horizon. Promising stars and guidance on the other side of the skyline. Out there, in the wild of the ocean, I could sail. Guided by thousands of burning lights.
I was stuck.
On this ship that wasn’t mine.
In this infinitesimally small pond.
Int his land that was completely foreign to me.
No, this ship, and this pond, and this land… it definitely wasn’t mine.
It was his. Continue reading “Breaking From The Pond”