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“You cannot discover new oceans unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore” -Andre Gide

I sail to sea. A trip with uncertainty for an anchor. It’s no wonder anchors symbolize peace. Skepticism sometimes brings silence, so I head for unknown waters. How do I fear the fog when I want to be blind? Words fuel winds to storms I avoid to acknowledge. Is a perfect storm nothing but an oxymoron?

Only alone, amidst the water, can I count the stars that have not yet faded. If love is the true North then I set my wish upon a star I hope doesn’t flame out. Shadows reveal what the light never could. The Sun may give light, but brightness can be too much for eyes searching in darkness.

Sometimes, to see, you must get lost without compass. Letting treasure be the seeker. After all, treasure is not for the finder. When you have voices telling you to stay and others to go, the label of traitor is inevitable.

It’s not new land my soles seek. Water is not meant to be walked on. Wandering comes with a broken sand glass. Should it take days, weeks, or years, once the anchor is up, the stamp is sealed. Only until I lose fear of never seeing land, can I truly take this voyage. In the shadows I stand not knowing.

Not knowing if you’re the ocean or the shore.