The voyage

What was that about?

These few days have been in a total chaos. I do not know what am I doing. It is as though someone died. Nothing but pure labour and waiting.

I don't even know what's the plan. I have no plans. I have no idea what is happening.
Just keep sailing, just keep sailing.

And so, what was that intentional hiding about? I don't know why and how. But I saw it, and it's too late. I just love my perfect eyesight. Maybe I should become a PI. My hunches are all pretty accurate. LOVE IT!

So the boat turns around and leaves...


//elbow lock