Tickets and Boats

I purchased a last ticket to safety one fine spring morning. I was tired of life. I was tired of the never ending uneventful adventure. So I decided upon waking up one morning when the sun shines brightly dull, clouds thicker pale and the aroma of a wild summer beast gently sprung. 

"I will sail" I said to myself. "I will sail to the horizon, until one day there'll be none."

As with all the journeys, it starts with the unknown. And beginnings do not grantee you a safe and sound sail. And as with the most of the sailors you will one day realize that halfway through it wasn't the kind of waves you'd wish to sail on to the dark nights and flashing of iron lights. It was then when the beginning and end defies or dies.