'you have liberty to think but i am no position to do the same. May be because you are speaking through the experience and i am speaking through the age.'
'So let me just like you withou thinking about it.'
thoughts appear. salty, bitter, frothy. tides reflex my anxiety, and winds nervouness. I sit still in peace as waves crash against my defences. I have heard stories of sea storms and brave sailors. Challenging each other. Always on adventures. but i couldn't care less. i was the guardian of something more precious. Something more important my fears.
reveal herself to me. only to make me realise, what i had been missing out on all this while, trying to find solace in the darkness. Not as an act of inspiration though, just a reminder that when surrounded by the darkness, borrowing light helps.