I want to sail the Mediterranean on a moonless night and float along listening to nothing but the waves. I want to be pinned between the infinite galaxies and their watery reflections. I want to stretch out on the deck completely alone and fill my nostrils with the scent of the salty sea air. I want to be free.

31 thoughts on “Free

  1. welcum down south. see you along the routes of the latin sea, where the wake you leave behind is a slit that u cut open, where your past sinks and gets sealed when the foaming fissure gets stitched again, and there’s only now between that and the next wave

  2. Sometimes I think the world is changing so fast, none of us can catch up. Relationships, politics, the economy, community, friendship, all of it is maddeningly strange and confusing and sadly, often very disheartening these days. We could all use a vacation. I’d go on one but I’m broke, dammit…
    You don’t have to go so far as the Mediterranean to be free. Freedom is inside as much as it is without.
    If you ever figure out how to be free, please let me know. If you don’t, welcome to the club!

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