THE BIG ESCAPE (a short text written by myself)

My Dearest Friend,

You had left your yacht in the wharf; without having it tied. For a minute I saw it moving, up and down. In I went to see if I could find you. You were not there. So I went to the deck. The ocean was in front of me, the wharf, behind.  On one side, I saw the glamorous view of the city with its buildings and happy people; the luxury, the thrill and the glory of the crowds; the lights and colors and sounds. On the other side, however, there was only a simple line. The horizon I am talking about; the very line that forbids the sky to enter the waters and get soaked. There was just this line, and nothing else to hope for. I hesitated on your yacht for a while. I was tempted to make the biggest decision of my life and you were not there. I switched on the old engine. The fuel gauge showed a half-full tank. I didn’t know to what far I could travel. But I was sure it was enough to take me away from there. My dear friend! You were not there and I departed with your yacht. You might have gotten angry or upset, but I was sure your yacht would like the journey; since no yacht is meant to be tied and landed to any wharf. You would not believe your yacht’s decisive move in cutting through angry waves of the ocean which tend to settle everything in its place. You would not believe the thrill we had when moving, as if we both had long been waiting for such company and journey.

Good bye my dearest friend! I left with your yacht.