I think there is something leaking into me.
I’ve been sea bound and aimless since birth.
I’ve drowned a few times but
My insides have always remained dry.
Seas of emotion have roared at me,
But I’ve always had a certain quiet within me.
I’ve learned that just because I can’t hear their voices,
Doesn’t mean they won’t **** me in my sleep.
So here I am, a sick man but I feel healthy.
Is this what hope feels like?
I think there is something leaking into me.
- Kata