Dear Boat,

I'm very excited to finally obtain the opportunity to write you this letter. Its been 19 years going on 20 that ive been learning the means and ways to muster up the vocabulary and defeat the arthritis that has since settled in my fingers. It is a terrible pain, Boat, so it gives you great recognition of the willpower I must have to continue with this note. this plea. See, Boat... we're not so unlike, you and I. On the great ocean, we are both alone. We both know the trials and tribulations the other has to overcome. The waves, the wind, the tides, the gulls. Im sure we've seen our share of maelstroms and flat waters are actually blue stained elegant mirrors. We are both literred with the remnants of trial. scratches. barnacles. Im here waiting for you, boat. I know you've been searching for me, too... but just didn't know where to look. I have nothing to offer you. I can't even mutter reassuring words in the dark to let you know that there is, in fact, at least a little light in this world. I can't embrace you like you can embrace me. With your enveloping arms of rope. I can secure you. Tie that rope to me. I can be your anchor. I only want to be your anchor. and you mine.


Sincerely,
Island