stuck in the doldrums.

I'm sort of like a boat. A sailboat on a journey through an endless ocean that just had a good run, but has had its sails unfurl. Not just that, but the winds have calmed as well.

Sitting neither at a checkpoint or destination, I feel like I'm just in transit with no wind to fill my sails. It happens, I know and I should've expected it, but being young and hopeful I expected more.

Sitting helpless and set adrift I slowly repair my sails hoping to be ready for the day that the winds pick up again. But I continue to rip holes and it's exhausting as the heat brings sweat to my brow that drips like the salty tears of sadness. There is some hope because I think I see spots of land on the horizon, but is it just a mirage? I soon shall see and I know that one fine day, the cool breeze will pick up and I know that I'll be on my way again.

But for now I sit and wait trying not to be overwhelmed by the monotony of nothingness.