Tumultuous vibrance is not the easiest way to live, but unruffled waters will never carry one to any destination. This is what I've learned of sailing, of life, of love.
The flood of my emotions has caught up with me, bringing one-after-another man to me – men I have loved before, for whom my heart will never cease to beat, of whom my memories never fade – and this while yet another silent schism slices through me, brought again by my own actions, by the need to show in actions what lies silently beneath.
Words can only reach so far, n'est pas? Words slake only so much need.
And, in truth, the pursuit of happiness is a noble endeavor reachable only by daily effort, assessment and reassessment, by the integrity of words and deeds... not by waiting for something (or someone) to someday slip onto your shores.
Nothing grand was ever achieved by waiting patiently, nor ever found its fulness in life completed alone.
