Saturday, March 28, 2015
I’ve often felt like a ship tied up to a dock listening to the faint whispering of a lonely sea. Looking up at the stars I connect dots and they always seems to spell, “Go, we’ll show you the way”. The sirens and me are old friends, you see. They showed me where all the rocks are and they sing me to sleep sometimes. I think one or two of them may have even loved me. So I’m sorry I’m so far away. You must think I was kidnapped by wanderlust, but I thought I ought to tell you that I’m just trying to show you how small the world really is.