I am a vessel on a sea as deep as unknown. Adrift... with a gust of breezing contradictions blowing my sail to port. I have the sun ahead, but the stars follow me close. I don't mind the solitude, that rogue a splash salting my face. An empty bottle meant for a shore, carrying a message of rum days long gone.
I am a vessel on shadowy waters leaving a whitish wake. Adrift... flying with seagulls following a dream, racing with dolphins a meaningful stream. I don't mind the fading horizon, that line that never comes close. An empty bottle meant for a shore, carrying a message for someone long gone.
