Sailboat to Nowhere

I'm on a wave tonight
which is not to say that I want to be
(or that I don't).
The moon offers a faint glow,
second-hand rays of light creep across the deck
where they give way to the shadows of the sails.
I'm on a wave tonight
which is not to say that I want to be.
Directional inclinations would be nice
for then I might know which wave
went where
or I could tell...
something.
I don't know.
This stillness is killing me.
How do they expect me to last
these weeks in solitude?
My chains clink in somber answer.
They don't.

Abandon All Fear, Ye Who Enter Here

So I told a friend of mine that I had based a character off of her in one of my posts (not saying which one) and she told me how scared she wast to read it, which I found funny... until I realized that I was just as scared for her to read it. No writer wants a person to be offended by their writing, let alone writing that involves characters directly influenced by that person.

Before I got her feedback, I was a little worried, and thought maybe I had made a mistake in telling her about it at all. But then I was like, wait... that's stupid.

We need to talk to each other. Not my friend and I specifically, but all of us as people. We need to share experiences and emotions and stories and our lives.

As I've said before, "We must, as a society, overcome the fear of addressing strangers in broad daylight." While that's not directly relevant to a friendship, it carries the same spirit.

I'm tired of being afraid of how people will interpret what I say. Why not just say it, and correct them if they're mistaken? The thing is, few as they may be compared to others, I have friends. And yeah, I want to meet new people and make more friends but if for example that doesn't work out it's okay.

In a way it's learning to live more with less, which is a sentiment I can latch on to.