The lines of the stupid and the insane.

Dawn is here again.

Wild rough waves in the ocean caress once in a while.

Sheer power of the ocean, trying hard to topple down the thin wooden raft.

For no known reasons.

The raft prefers to be aloft. Be it be toppled, be it be thrown up. Be it be broken.

The raft will be aloft.

Its all about holding on to it, all the time. Its all about not letting it go.

The calm waters and the clear sky seems to be more scary.

The calm before the storm, they say.

Pray for the storm be fast.

So the fear be gone.

Life seem to be sailing, with or without it.