...quiet, about a lot of things...
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Provisions for Sunday Scribblings
But the far off shores never were obtained. Land was never in sight. After years at my post, I realized I was no captain, just a scullery maid at best. I was the only on green with sickness. I was chopping while others enjoyed the view.
I abandoned my post, and would have jumped the ship all together, if not for my fear of sharks and monsters in the water.
So instead I hid in a small little nook, surrounded by the bare essentials: a few books, a few pens,crusts of bread and the wrappers there of, waxy and crinkled.
It wasn't much, but at least I had the sun, and at night the starts plotted my course. They were the only recipe I would ever need now. Now I was no longer captain, but a stowaway.
Let's sneek a peek at what else is in the kitchen...here