This is really gloomy but I was kind of depressed and writing it cheered me up :)
Holmes and Watson aren't mine :|
Why do I keep feeling this way?
Actually, it is awfully clear why. I just wish it would go away. Right, I'm starting to be selfish again. It's a new development as I guess it would be fair to say I haven't really thought of myself in two years, ever since you both died.
Up until now it's always been pain, grief and most of all guilt. But now, I'm starting to feel really alone.
What would you say if I told you I've given up everything to come work in a ship just so I could get away and find something or even someone new?
And so here I am, sailing the seven seas, and I've never felt so alone in my life.
I thought maybe the world would be big enough for me to flee from the past, live with the ashes left behind. But it seems solitude follows you like a curse no matter how far you go.
Now, as I gaze upon the infinite water, I can't help wishing it would drown me and take me to the shore like a stranded whale.
May 5, 1893, aboard The Aurora
To be continued...
What did you think?