Brain Bobbles

I am wrapped in a dollhouse.

 Newly build, small, romantic looking houses and buildings quietly placed next to the sharp edged mountain is the view. A view constantly stared at for now 7 full days.

The few people who once in a while pass the boat, silently wanders out the pontoon, as though they are scared to make a noise in this dreadful calmness. They politely give me an approved “ I have seen you” –nod as they walk past me while I am killing hours in the sun trying to dig my brain for stimulation.

A digging that is merely desperate than wanted. Any new thought is welcome and greeted with a smile, when this rarely happens.

7 days of quietness, I thought would do me good. However, they more likely kill brain cells more than activating these. Hours of the day I sincerely hoped to get a lot down on paper, a mix of delightful new words and sentences. Sentences, which would do their job well in a folder or just as accessories in my “Writers Book”.  Accessories I need and is longing for. However, I tend to be staring at thee same word and thee same view in mind and in eye.

It has been a ridiculous amount of years since I have discovered this kind of mental-boredom, as I in these days have gotten myself in to.

“Great writers can write anywhere” are the words that once in a while repeat in my thoughts as I am thinking to myself; of course this is a fact of the truth. But, the content of any writing have to do more than put a person to sleep.

It has been 6 months.  A whole half year in Europe. A continent I have not spend this long of time in for 6 years. Something I feel down to every bone. Despite this, I get to experience the continent in a different way than the ordinary; as per the ocean. The Great Big Blue. The beautiful never ending horizon, which can only give me a feeling of size, strength and hope of Mother Earth. 6 months of developing a passion for this. The life onboard; in harbor as well as its people. Yet, still have to develop a love for constant thought of silent and still views.

Catch myself in longing for a shout or at least and best a laugh in the distant. None of these have yet appeared. As I am typing this I think to myself; why I should not be the shout or the laugh? Again realizing I have not done any of these in 7 days. Not a laugh for that long is not the way my mouth use to work. 

However, knowing whose fault this is; I better bite my own tongue and leave the self-pity to someone else than I.

The four-legged little one, has become two-legged. Since 14 days she, in a clumsy way jumps too high off the boat, the skinny bones decide to fail. This is another mental turn-off as I feel like clinging algae to the world within fiber-glass and multihulls.  

Despite the lack of stimulation and newly discovered thoughts; day dreaming is at its highest. A talent of mine for 26 years. A constant boost in adventures, countries and culture, a diversity of these I wish to seek when logging out of the mental state of daydreaming. Always been voting for it, even wrote a paper in college with the conclusion of the importance of doing so. Despite the original idea, the teacher managed to find it as “extraordinary thinking yet silly”.

Think I am losing my mind as I am losing the point of these writings.

A shoulder clap of this achievement is in order I reckon.

“ Well done, Giz”

Thank You!