the ocean is at peace in the morning.
the push and pull of happiness and sadness rips me apart from the inside.
someday, i will board the ferry, and greet charon with an obol and hopes of a fool
i never fail to cry when it all ends.
sorry that i am not going, but i don’t want to ruin your day just because i’m feeling gray today.
crafted with the sound of fear, of ocean waves and salty tearsthe oyster reveals its treasureburied in its ugly exteriorglimmering with a dim lightin the middle of a velvet night
gone in the oceanflowing, mounting pressuresa fish swims away
bits and piecesdrift by there is nothing leftexcept plywood the ocean roarsthe river trickles away past bobbing sunthe moon bows lengthening clock handsfades to black the cross-eyed seagull callsfor its dead mate fish leap out of the skyfrom goddess’ hands the stage empty from talentwhales sing loneliness stars are mocking lightsbeaming smiles hide devil’s hornsContinue reading “fragments”
the waters ripplingdrink the light of the star,greedily,till nothing but fragmentsare leftin the dark sky