i will sail on an empty ocean.
will see nothing
will hear nothing
and will expect nothing.

it's always going to be the same
the waves are the only ones
that will cradle my tiny raft
while the swift winds sweep me away

it may seem like a lonely life
that being alone will bring no meaning
that may be so
but being separated is more painful

getting used to being isolated
that would be quite a goal
but pretending to have never met
would be impossible

crying is essential
if you want to get better
hiding in a rock when the tides turn you over
it adds to the destruction

raft begins to break
storm rages, no one will pity
i sink, air, i seemed to be deprived of it
light fades, though it never existed

water consumes, i held myself
reach out? what's the use
i am of no worth
black black black

warmth. soft, sturdy. fire?
i was of no worth
til i lie on a bed seeing a face smiling
i smile back.