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No paddle is found on this ship I sail, there is no wind there is no male, alone out on the crashing seas, hopeless thoughts they come to me. Will I make it back to the shore? Or shall I be lost forever more? Lost in the triangle, free from all worth, one more corner, outside my turf. I see the end of this crazy, wild dream, I see the madness that is inside me. Eight whole days, have seemed like an eternity. Tossing and turning, my sails do not flow, my heart longs for freedom and my mind will soon go. The illusions of peace and a life of somber still will never eject if I cannot find the will. I wait for the moment, I wait for the sound, I wait of the second my feet hit solid ground. If it comes, and I find my way the lesson from this venture will all be ok. The journey is short and will soon pass but until that moment I will lift my glass, thankful for rainbows and storms that do not last a vision of Morrow and a line that will cast. These words from today, will not be my last.

Much Love 💜 Much Life