I feel like sometimes I’m just waiting to fall in love, waiting for my life to spiral down into a deep abyss of emotions and numbness. But will I know when I fall in love? Will I recognize this unstoppable force? Or is it something that comes natural to the human psyche to recognize this feeling of utter longing and desire for another individual, so much so that you are willing to walk to the ends of the earth to be with them and make them happy? Knowing myself, it’s a rather uneasy notion.
The stars we ought to glorify, Which God hath honoured and set high For all the world. And Life, how be It ne’er so fondly loved by thee, Is like a chain of pearls ill-strung, That chafed the neck on which it hung.
The drunken seaman castes away to sail the Atlantic Ocean Drunk for more than half his life found being sober an interesting notion Dressed in rags, musky as hell, his beard a tangled mess With a tattered old map to scour the sea for an old treasure chest Rum in one hand, slugging it back, called it his magic potion So even in the middle of nowhere still managed to stir a commotion