Stuck in a moment

                                                          
 I know that the journey is to be enjoyed as much or even more than the finish line. I know that when I reach the flag I´ve set in front of my eyes, I will look at it for just a second before I throw it even further. That the only end to the rainbow i´m chasing is one that I honestly would never like to see, though I fear it will eventually knock on my door...

Such contradictions arise whenever I stop to gaze upon the horizon. I feel as if I could cross this ocean walking, yet I must crawl through the void, where my dreams are silent and my steps are real. Knowing is my curse and my vessel. My only vessel. As I weave through my hopes and fears, I seek for new storms.

Wreck me, for my long-winded sail needs your thrust. If the path is narrow, i will carve deeper...I know I will. Is it truly my will? To seal my heart stops it from drowning, but will it breathe again? Will it regain the chances missed?
The wind is coming now...hoist the flag and heave!