The story of a sail

Like a sail, always trying to take the boat places… with heavy aspirations and work…

I keep flying and flying all alone…

And when the storm hits, I thrash into the water with great intensity…

I was on the lookout for an anchor… only to find none, in any harbor…

Now, I am just exhausted may be…

I am still trying to fly as high as I can because of my innate passion and curiosity…

Sometimes, feeling like drifting on the ocean just like rose noelle, going nowhere… Some nights, thrashing into the ocean and waking up to recover again and fly…

And yet some days, dancing to the ocean currents…