The boat was narrow and short, seating only 12 people, five people each side, with the leader in the front, switching sides when necessary and the rudder man at the back. she climbed in, afraid she would tip the boat, but one others had filled the boat, she felt it stabilize and she was ready for the action.
Chanpheng
I watched as the boat sailed away.
The boat of dreams.
The boat of desires.
The boat of possibilities.
Stranded here.. alone. With nothing.. surrounded by nothing.
Is it worth it to rebuild? To risk? To create it piece by piece?
The boat bobs on waves, lap-lapping on the shore, seaweed shushing. She drags her fingers in the water and turtles slip from the log.
The boat was narrow and short, seating only 12 people, five people each side, with the leader in the front, switching sides when necessary and the rudder man at the back. she climbed in, afraid she would tip the boat, but one others had filled the boat, she felt it stabilize and she was ready for the action.
I watched as the boat sailed away.
The boat of dreams.
The boat of desires.
The boat of possibilities.
Stranded here.. alone. With nothing.. surrounded by nothing.
Is it worth it to rebuild? To risk? To create it piece by piece?