Unguided a ship sets sail towards the void of nothingness
Embarking in a peaceful voyage under the stars
Pushed forward by merely the somber breeze
The salt seeps within its hollowness
A quiet symphony of memories persists
Swaying in shades of burning embers
How long till the waters give in?
Till it is winter again.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
Unguided a ship sets sail towards the void of nothingness
Embarking in a peaceful voyage under the stars
Pushed forward by merely the somber breeze
The salt seeps within its hollowness
A quiet symphony of memories persists
Swaying in shades of burning embers
How long till the waters give in?
Till it is winter again.
I only write when I'm sick and miserable.
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