VIII- Ships of Silence

It has been a long time since I posted, much much too long. And maybe even longer since I wrote a journal.

I once reasoned that the fault in writing a journal was that I was no longer a premium member and that I would no longer be able to keep my journals in the same format; and therefore conflict with my OCD. However that can no longer hold with me and I believe it is time I actually bloody well used this damn thing.

How long has it actually been...

Bloody Hell...

Two and a half years, almost three. Yeah inactivity I say um?

That's left me without words, not that I had many to begin with, what with it being really early in the morning or late at night, it blurs, and that I've not written more than a few pages of abstract ideas in a long time.

They're well formed little events and small stories but they would never fit correctly because they're a singular event without context or anything before or after. Just words lost on the pages as they fall from my imagination like leaves in autumn. And like those leaves they're swept together and become muddled and indistinguishable.



There is most likely much for me still to say and time still to say it, but I'll leave that for now. I'll sail a little then perhaps once I've got the star in my sights I can write about it again.