Dear readers, I am pretty sad and disheartened at the time,so just gonna abstract my feelings. Take care, stay happy and safe. Thank you.
The mast of the huge victory, swept ashore, infront of it lie the vast, deep sea. It is all so calm, so cold, so dead. The wooden planks all floating in the waters. Sometimes a glimmer of hope sparks from within and at others it fuses. Every time it looks at the calm sea, it rises again and flies in the breeze, gentle waves and rolling wind, delicious jumps and with the flow it swings. Though unsettling, and unknown. A fear grows in the garden onboard. Then a strike and aroma of suspense, all the care with which it was nurtured was shattered at once and again. Again and again it rose and sailed. All promises and trusts, all broken. It though was thinking was the king. All it was doing was to save a affair to expensive. Love is but a mysterious thing, now beautiful and now bleeding. It stopped sailing and sank, and then it got to become dust. The mast again came ashore and again sailed.