"If a blind person leads a blind person, both of them will fall into a hole."
Voyages, lost travels of life's misadventurous journeys upon the open seas of mystery; left tired and searching for home. A broken vessel becomes listless, mends and patchwork teetering on the void; a lone captain and his first. Eager castaways from a port of plains and dark waters. Adrift bodies struggling against the waves of regret and cold sadness; survivors crashing against each other. Dashed against the rocks; claimed victim to the siren. Only silent dreams left a wake, high and dry; still precious and buried. All sense has become lost; drenched and leading in depth. Numbed to either sink or swim, in no particular direction. Possessed; A moral compass and a half blind telescope. With wet eyes covered by the night sky, stung by the briny drink; no star can guide them. Plunged into the darkened depths, desperation aptly climbing aboard; sailors engulfed by the storm and a prayer. Decked, tossed in emotion; slowly taking on water in the shaky oceans. Two adrift bailing a wayward soul stalled in forward motion. All hands left holding onto their breath; gasping trouble for the billowing sails. North, west, south, a helm left exposed to the elements held high; a man and his wooden buoy. Each new day brings fresh waves of teeth closing in around us; once swallowed whole. A worrisome prey for the sharks...
Where is our course?
Flash. '...on a ship sailing the seas to find her, whomever she may be... and maybe then my father will finally be proud of me.' A poem from the early life? Slow shallow remembrance of my work. Logs penned in a brown paper wrapper and tied black elastic band. Ponder. Hmmm. Leaks ripple in time, quiet clues seeping through the bow. Eastward is our course...
From the outer decks, a commanding voice enters, whistles out a call of attention to all hands, the new voyage is soon to be underway.
"So we're finally leaving, just packing the last of our things into the car now. As you already know, heading back home. Are you excited at all? At least a little glad to be rid of this city?"
Troubled. "Somewhat in freedom's call. Neither high nor low. Such direction of course flows into new uneasiness; began unanswered, left unanswered. Troubling and nagging follow."
"You're never happy are you? Relax. We're in good hands. We don't have to do anything but follow Greg back to our hometown. There is nothing more familiar to a person than where they were born and raised. We'll spend some time there, get our shit together again... At least before we go completely insane once and for all. Lets see what happens. Its safe there. You know, I didn't want to mention this but I am starting to have a little difficulty doing this... Carrying you around in my head. Following your directions, what to do, what not to do. With what I want to do. I'm still hurting here. I'm starting to think it would be easier on the both of us if you just did them for yourself. Right? I really don't mind relinquishing a bit of control for a spell. I think you need to face the world again. I can't seem to see what you see and you can't see anything of the world at all sheltered up in here. Come out of your protective shell and you might just help us find what we're looking for. Or maybe they'll find you. At the very least, this would be a good chance to grow. I can't protect you forever. Anyways, I've said my piece... just think it over will you? I'll always be right here with you."
Reflection. "Hmmm, such truth cast alone in words and by a stone ... Stay a bit, talk."
"In a moment, there's still thing to be done first. You know, this has been the longest year of our life. I feel like I've aged ten years. I'll be right back."
An errant voice, floats to the surface, attending to the last of the ongoing preparations.
Every hand and breath now held fast on deck, becoming the turning tide to set our course. Will the current be enough to finally carry us home? Shipwrecked and forever marooned in thought; despair mirrors worry by what lies ahead. A final curse left message in a bottle: so soon to be rid of this hated city. 'Sink and burn from this earth; plunge it all into the depths.'
