The sea is my entity
These lungs are my enemy
I can’t breathe where I need to be
And sometimes I just wanna be.
Free.
Wayfaring on an endless surface
With no bends and turns, just currents
That blend with the ends
Of minds
Mine
Lines
Sunshine in your eyes
I really wonder if this world is safe enough
For silence loud enough to bake
your nerves
Into burnt parchments floating amongst the force
Of waves
We never said
If we loved sonatas,  
The nocturnes written on your wrist
Notes trailing from the shore
Seducing what we
Never were.
“Tell me to behave for you.”
Free minds
Free lines
Mine frees yours
Yours frees sunshine
And if I, Si je prends un moment
To ordain this Spirit of Time as regret,
Chances are I won’t see the Morning Sun
Chances are I’m a man without a home
Chances are the city lights sing me to sleep
Chances are devoid of what we need them to be
And what I need them to be, I know, I know, I know
That I didn’t think of you
As
Where I needed to be, I know, I know, I know
That I don’t think of you as
Anything other than the sea
Where I throw in vials of your
Meanings to me...
Empty vials of potentiality...
Things you will never see.