and then it hits, how life reminds us of the waves’ motion.
never steady, yet unstability is its only constant.
with every wave hitting against the ocean’s rocks, a wave of memories hits the mind’s shores.
emotions are the waves that are disturbed by the ocean’s currents, always at bay when no one’s watching.
a horizon too far to reach, yet to close to see.
tides of sea that guide the troubled mind will always set the soul free.

living bodies fluttering in the sky,
like stars that cease helplessly
to cross paths.
the gleaming bodies that light up
the eternal navy canvas.
thus when the scattered moon dusts
in the sky collided,
consuming eachothers,
they faded into the waves of darkness
of an eternal night.