#AtHome
So on a hot sultry day the fisherman sailed into the sea, reluctant to tide the turbulent sea...he still could feel the belly-full warmth of the home made meal...his limbs ached with the craving for the pinching grips of the squared up threads of the tough cot, his eye lids yearned for the hot breeze which blew across onto the shore and made him drowsy and lethargic as if he was a helpless lump of boneless dough! But then he realised...it didn't mean anything...the salt of the sea, the turbulence of the tides were the inevitable reality...his coarseness was soothed and appreciated only by the coarseness of the sea...being adrift perpetually and being lost at sea...was the only way he could find himself....being homeless was the only way for him to feel at home...the only place where he was loved was where there was no love!
#HowlTales #WolfTales
So on a hot sultry day the fisherman sailed into the sea, reluctant to tide the turbulent sea...he still could feel the belly-full warmth of the home made meal...his limbs ached with the craving for the pinching grips of the squared up threads of the tough cot, his eye lids yearned for the hot breeze which blew across onto the shore and made him drowsy and lethargic as if he was a helpless lump of boneless dough! But then he realised...it didn't mean anything...the salt of the sea, the turbulence of the tides were the inevitable reality...his coarseness was soothed and appreciated only by the coarseness of the sea...being adrift perpetually and being lost at sea...was the only way he could find himself....being homeless was the only way for him to feel at home...the only place where he was loved was where there was no love!
#HowlTales #WolfTales
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