Nighttime poetry #2, Day 11.
The sea is endless. It takes some time to realize that. It goes on forever. The roller-coaster can not be paused.
Some people believe that sailing on open seas must be the most wonderful, tranquil experience. The best place to be for relaxation. I used to be one of them. But after a while you realize the waves will never stop coming and there will never be a complete silence until you reach land. You're always on guard and you can never be sure that your house still floats when you wake up.
Still, you also get this calm over you. You realize how little time and space matters. You get used to the lifestyle and you're easily satisfied by mere thinking where you otherwise would've been completely and utterly bored. The sailor zen.
Always on guard. In a permanent zen. Nowhere, but everywhere. In Norway, but also the Caribbean - there are no borders. Everything is just floating.
Sorry for no poem.
Just kidding.
Ellie out.
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