Day 31: And still I thirst
Say you live for now and never dream of tomorrow’s weather. Whether or you do or not here I come, big hat with a feather, just a pirate searching for treasure. Chalices of gold appear in my head as we drink to our dreams as they lie ahead.
We’re sailing head on to this golden chest, restless from the journey – never weak – strong and sturdy. Days have passed, the first thirty and still I thirst and gasp to every last memory of us.
Remember the good times,