I've realized this last year that love is the only thing keeping my sailboat from crashing into the rocks. It is my lighthouse. Without it I live my life at the mercy of the waves. Ref makes a good point too. Anchors can be a blessing or a curse. I have another anchor that sometimes traps me in stormy weather far from sunny beaches. Love and addiction. Two anchors that stretch me apart in a roiling sea. I'm not making much sense. I haven't written anything worth sharing since my stint in college almost ten years ago. Let's see some more navel lint from others.
Love is the only thing keeping my sailboat from crashing into the rocks. It is my lighthouse.
That's a pretty gorgeous couple of sentences there camarillo. I hope love keeps you afloat. Or addiction. Or both. I'm not making much sense.
Actually you make perfect sense. You drop anchor at love, then set sail to addiction and sojourn there for awhile. I'm not sure how sustainable that is, but it's keeping you afloat for now.