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Today's prompt asks me to write about a ship. I choose that great mysterious nonsensical ship. The relation-ship. It was not until I thought about what to write and then considered that word ship that I came to realize that "relation"-"ships" are nothing more than vessels we cast ourselves away in as defence against the bewildering events of life. As a side note, I have become both aware of and comfortable with a fact  which might alarm a sensible person, that I have missed the importance and meaning of almost all of life's occurrences, its comings and goings. Anyway back to ships…if you steady yourself for a long journey into the unknown it is best perhaps that one pack a sufficient number of socks and pairs of underwear. Check the inventory of necessities you have at the ready. All packed? Good. Setting off alone, are we? Hmmm.  It is at this point in the journey that if you are at all like me then I suspect no matter how many pairs of undies and socks a...

Today's prompt would have me drone on endlessly about the virtues of pining for the one you love. Regardless of the outcome. Oh one I love who loves me not I wish you knew my touch, but alas you live outside my reach and so I pine alone and in this emptiness I drown in sorrows vast as the breach between us both so look to me on deaths sweet bed as last I lay my weary head for never have I known your touch you miserable fucking such and such  Yadayadayada wax poetic? Nope wax pathetic! But actually, there is a love I have yet to know fully one which I pine for even though I know not it's touch or the excitement of engagement with its divine forces. The one who got away for me? Travel. I have wanted to travel and experience and eat, smell touch all that is unknown out there. And yet I have not. I know deep inside that this is because I have not allowed myself the freedom to do this, I suspect that for all my lofty ambition I am tethered to this non-motion by fear. I consist...