If I were to be a thing in this world, I wouldn’t be something bold that steals the show or makes your jaw drop low.
If it ever came to that, I think I would have been a boat; something simple and unpainted; of its inside never tainted by feet pressing down prints of memories and melodic tunes. There wouldn’t be a paddle around or even a decent pole to steer away from the troubles which clouds the horizon with bubbles of self-doubts and mistakes that inevitably adds up.
Rising and falling with the tide, it would travel places wide around the world blind and fast leaving its lofty goals in the past to collide and drown somewhere; its last happy moment, unable to remember. If I were to be a thing in this world I think I would be a lonely boat without an oar.
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