my man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea

[primless]

when i try to sit down and evaluate what i'm really afraid of, the only real fear i possess is that what i suspect about myself is true. like my father, i suspect i am a solitary (wo)man. what does it mean to be so comfortable to live as a passing ship? let me always cast off; the promise of return is ever present, but some of us were never meant to stay still.

you can keep your anchor.

this may still be a product of youth--of that, i cannot be sure--but i suspect on some level that this is the actual me. somewhere deep this all rings true.