going by sea, and i'll never have a need.. i'll fixate on the tide and the tides all in. standing from rock to rock, searching for distant lights in the distance.. flickering.. transfering themselves from sight to the unknown. i'd cast myself ashore if i only knew how deep the water was.

with a destination still in blueprints, i've been set sail on endless waves and forgiving sunrises. i awake with stars lingering above me. sleeping with the sun caressing the shadows beneath my clothes. gradually dancing themselves into implosions.

if the anchor is supposed to keep the boat in place, what's keeping it from sinking the ship when it's still onboard?

it's been a while. (but i'm here)