Ships are not so boring when u think about it.

Don’t you hate it?
But really it sucks so much… after few more years i wont remember my childhood at all.
And it sucks even more when you learn about memory ink, and how it dries out with each use and memory just fades away; and memory valiantly has been striped away until just few bits and peaces are left to still warm your heart. There are moments in life of course, you will never forget.

One off my favorite thing in life, of course beside pissing off people is memory collection, no matter how well our brains developed over time i still trust our material world more, to pass on my memories for save keeping. Call thous items how you want but it seems that i will put my money on anchors, so sometimes when i am alone, feeling melancholic or just irritated  by my dull surroundings, i fall to the bottom of my ocean. With out any hesitation after i feel my back has finally touched the surface, i let out my last renaming air- bubble away to the surface, and with hope and determination in my eyes i follow the light from above to spot any shadows from ships above. Afterwards, anchor must be found to get me into the ship,and… so i must release  it from deadly grasp of darkened sand and sail away for a moment in time when i felt something – what i need at the moment, strong or afraid, happy or sad or just at peace.

Anchors for me are in many shapes and forms, words or images, smells or warmth of the sun…
and my world feels up and swells with time, so there and everywhere i can find ships just above my head ready to sail with my command.

Some songs can bring me to the edge, only because off the emotion value they have for me, from few songs i can feel heart squeezing as my soul swells and yells from pain. We humans just love our misery, i am no exaction, as i enjoy feeling that pain as it only tells me of that i am human and i feel.

After each party or gathering with my friends or people i just meat, i always bring back bottle of wine, well wine itself is nothing special but bottle…  ou boy some of the best memories are attached to thing as simple as bottle, and it would wound my deeply to loses them all as now only thing i need, is just to take the wanted bottle into my hand close my eyes and sail… as images rush through my head… i just cant stop smiling and feeling some kinda sadness for thous moments are long times- past.

There are places in this world where by just one simple step i can unlock such riches….

There are smells in the world which immediately after being processed by my brains pope some kinda image into my head…

And of course people, and they are the best anchors. As now i am filed up and getting drunk on my memories, i wont drag it one any more as only i want to say one thing about people: They can bring happiness into your life; smile on your face, but they can hurt you as well, but the worst thing is that i feel sadness for time has past and it never stops, feeling lump down my throat i curse my gods for making me so melancholic, at times like this still i feel happy as my gift made me the way i am with all my humanity i praise the holly melody…
Love word and it will love me back, as there are not even close to enough money in this world to buy some of the moments i have now docked in my endless imagination.

Thank you for reading ;]