i sail my boat and withdrew my head on the open skies - cloud november of the beating sky - yearning for the next adventure

dreams float away with your skies overhead and the wind touching your skin forever blessing you from the unpurified

i rest my head and my feet as the boat sails for the dawn of the blinding sun. i hope when i wake up these birds are still chirping above my sleep and my mind at ease.

i'll let miracles float into the open seas so by december, I shall not perish but be one with the ocean.