I'm craving something. Time to be myself, I think. The quiet, that only ever comes when the noise in my head is deafeningly loud, on stage. the smiles that only arrive when it's all so serious, and that weight is on my shoulders.
I think that's why I miss the boat, so much. On that cruise, I was in the midst of so much movement - this giant mass of metal, powering through the waves, yet there was a stillness in me. If you want me to be even more pretentious, I miss the singularity of purpose that emerges from those sorts of dualities.
So, I'll start plotting, and I'll get back to you.
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