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[mollyvarn]

New group of selfies

[omniomnis]

couldn’t sleep so I wrote this thing:

You brought in your boat and tied a knot around the molding post on the dock. You rested your hands easily on your hips and swayed in the motion of the vessel you used to sail away. You took a long look at it for yourself. It brought you into a grand voyage of your life. From the excitement and wonder of what might have waited for you to some turbulent steerings of what now needs to be put to rest, but lives within the wrinkles of your hands. Your eyes got sunken in and your beard got wild. The color of your sweater was faded and had filled with salt. Sun spots grew around your cheeks when you believed in eternity. The only things that will keep you young are the incorrigible smile lines you promised to never hide. You huffed and remembered why you came back. There was nothing you wanted more than coming back when you caught sight of the lighthouse 29 kilometers away, but the wind carrying the stench of the sea’s reverence shook your hands and knees. Still, you held on tight to steer on. You waded weary and worn from something that can no longer be incomprehensible and ignored. As you continued to look upon the splintered and frayed boat your eyes and nose started to crinkle, but it was nothing more than a gesture of prepared nostalgia. The voyage you came from wasn’t something you regretted, but it’s something for someone else now. You gathered what you could from your dimly lit quarters and stuck a sign on the bow for a younger man to answer the call. You picked up your heavy footsteps and prepared yourself for one last voyage. A less rocky one which is something you’re not used to because of your sea legs, the voyage of the road back home.