To death do we part

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
I decided to let both sails fly

Submitted: November 12, 2012

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Submitted: November 12, 2012

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I never knew the time would come, where such a choice had to be made, a choice by which even night and day would deem themseleves lucky if capable to not be apart of such trial. for the stars can not choose a proper shade of darkness, nor can the sun choose a cloudy or plain sky nor shades of blue.

Fortunate are these Godly bodies, cursed am I. If only a path would drop out of the heavens, an arrow, a light, a sound, to lead me in the right direction, but alas!,

would it not be a consequence if I chose to stand upon the shores of my ambitions rather than head out over the horizon of my dreams? would I suffer not, if i knew what lye at the bottom of a

cliff if I had so a nerve to jump? I think not. knowing of danger doesnt eliminate it from the equation, only enlightens the scenario to make a decison that much more of a test.

To my left? to my right?

the time has come, time spent, and with my mind rest assured of the decisson I had made, I raised a hand, for internal silence.

 

In the end, I let both sails fly, iImyself shall remain anchored for now, after all i am much more safer on shore than I ever would be at sea. bon voyage!, fairwell my dears! may your journeys bring back tales of triumph and sing of hearty merry ment, forget me not when the seas grow angry and toss you about its rumbling fury, nor when the rain threatens to make one apart of the dark waters and the lightning threatens to burn the sky above the stars.

worry not, fear not, pitty not my loves. laugh plentiful, live abundantly, my heart was no assigned to any one being, as of yet i would assume, as i stare after your ghostly sails, my mind wonders back home, but i leave a trail within the sands to make my way back to your waters, if nary a soal shall ever return, or one wishes to find me again, here I shall be

on the island of forever.



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