Down dropt the breeze,
the sails dropt down, ’Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak
only to break The
silence of the sea!
Day after day,
day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
" I guess my life hasn’t always been happy, or easy, or exactly what I want. At a certain point, I just have to try not to think too much about certain things, or else they’ll break my heart. "
" I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad. "
