Monday, February 14, 2011

Lost at Sea

I should really be sleeping right now but I cannot get something out of my head and out of my chest.

I have recently survived a shipwreck. After finding my way back to land after being lost at sea, I still feel all the pain. Not unscathed mind you. I have scars that remind me everyday of my reckless ways and a few bones still waiting to be set in place and heal fully that makes me feel the pain of stubbornness everyday. There are many days when I wish to run and play and just be as carefree as I used to be but cannot, as my injuries keep me shackled to where I am still day in and day out. What I went through and still going through are things I would not wish on my worst enemy.

I now see myself in somebody whom I feel might suffer the same misfortune and I cannot shout because my warning might fall on deaf ears or worse, it might fall on the wrong ears. Then again, I might just come off as a bitter voyager, envious of the adventure others might enjoy. As I stare at my scars and as I writhe in pain from some still broken bones, it hurts me and my chest is heavy ,knowing that I am helplessly watching somebody sail off to the open sea with the possibility of experiencing the most turbulent journey that will never be completed.

Then again, it could just be my trauma that I am inflicting on my imagination saying all these things. Perhaps these are nothing but delusions of a loon.

Right now, the ship is ready to sail. The champagne bottle is waiting to be smashed on the vessel.

I hope I am wrong.

Bon voyage!

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