The sailor, the mermaid and me
For the love of god, don't fear the journey so much that your ship won't hit the sea!
I was born in the sea, my father was a sailor, my mother was a mermaid, having to go to firm ground to have me. My father drowned in her arms in the ocean, she didn't belong on land, I could'nt breathe underwater nor live without watery conditions; it was so hot, my mother lived so fast running on hurting feet, burning her memories. Boy, it was HOT. God!
Yes, God. God was supposed to be the love of the journey, not the fear of the sea. I decided to drown in my sleep, so I opened the door for the flood. My Mum cried, it was her, it was me and it brought me my father, death, I talked to him for a very long time.
Today I leave this mental instituation. My mother is getting better. My father is miraculously living, but in another city. Oh my God, I think I'm alone! But today I'm looking forward to the journey.
After all, now I'm a sailor who can swim.