sailing in silence

silence. stirring. silence … silence.

ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE…

and it never became more than a monologue, even if the stage at times were filled with ghosts of those that I abhored …

To count the ages, a single hand did not suffice, I used my two and then broke off; two thumbs and a bird in flight.

It became apparent; to those that cared to read; I had come the full circle; I had sailed the seven seas.

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