Part III of III
before me, whispering in the water, many ships sit. they bob, they float, they sink, they hold their breath. they are the manifestation of dreams, decisions, and choices. their skeletal frames litter the clouded water bottom, and despite the sun's rays, they are dreams crushed by the weight of a mind.
we stand, ships in hand. we know not where it will travel, nor who will accompany us on the voyage out and forward ever, but we do know that it, at some point, will reach the other side. then, and perhaps only then, will we be able to release a breath.
until then, hold fast, hold steady, and hold strong. the voyage will be rocky.
i have so many decisions to make, too many things to decide, and too many ships to sail.