The short cruise

Day by day i tend to forget about it. Short stint with you was a mind blowing epicery of a life time. short but short. At first it was never long. I never look back upon what was i before. All the people whom i've met over the short trip always ask the same questionnaire. "Don't you missed it?".

The path from there has never been as good. But to keep day goes by was a must to let it go. the decision made was by me. I never wanted to leave. But the concuring situation which met the current proposition has led to a seemingly utterly un-disclosed accounts. To be away from this, that and that was merely an excuse. I had to leave. I had to go. There is nothing which can be done there. No more. Was i just too young to realize the possiblities of what might i have become the day i decided to stay longer. but for how long?

The dream of europe still yawns. from every puff. from every trip and post & pre sleep.

The cold breeze of the gale still strips through the long lost mullet.