Navigating the Landscape

Lush, mossy greens cling to rock mountains looming at shore edges like guarding towers blotting out the sun beyond them. The boat I ride navigate around this landscape not really looking for a hideaway from life nor to let the gloom beneath consume me. There is no wind shrieking into the stillness All is calm, and so my life should be but why this debilitating sense of euphoria? This feeling clings to me with such tenacity lurks under the surface of my own landscape it's hopeless to blend into its vagaries. Everything I touch is mere papery veneer that turns grey as I age not so gracefully every corner I turn brings me to a cul-de-sac. I carry around a montage of jumbled thoughts like chains it bogs me down and so I search for other landscapes to bring me scraps of hope. @jjote 02/17/2017