this boat is sailing
What a weird life I am living. Strangely beautiful and strangely discouraging. I’m loved and trusted. I’m believed in. What friendship, what passion, what a dream.
I’m not alone, that’s what is important. I keep landing in this place, though. Where it’s just me bathing in this pond. I’m beginning to love it. And I love all of you. Tonight was absolutely brilliant, tomorrow will be absolutely brilliant. What’s next? What was first? I don’t remember the path here but I’m sure that there are flowers growing along it if I ever wanted to go back. Maybe it will help someone else find their way when they are lost.
Let’s all keep respecting one another, we’re going to find out where the boat is going sooner or later.