a pilgrim solitude

by walterdoege

I feel me a pilgrim in my solitude…I named my sailing boat for the long run to my destiny ‘hope’…the travel is a good trip, but I go on in my boat to a brand-new world, in my sailing boat I keep going to a brand-new word: home…loving is a point when I feel the futility of love…my boat is a tool…love is all…the futility of love…cause love is not passion…love loves loving…love wish loving…loving is my confident pilgrimage with no destination solely in my sailing boat…loving is like sailing…sailing is the thing…reaching the destination is another thing