This line

that I am holding

is choking me

~

and when the wind

tides

and waves

play their game

~

I realize

that this will

prolongs

this lines

grip

on me

I like the pictures

you paint for me

~

but I am curious

about the one

you partially hide

~

you know

~

a hint

of a veil

makes you wonder

of what it is

or not

There is this crossing

that I go back to

whenever I am hungry

~

I will sit in the grass

besides these grey

pillars

and look to the other side

where I have been

just came from

and want to go to

~

somewhere in the middle

of this passage

I can look far

for a moment

at the horizon

and I feel

complete

~

but I like to sit here

still

in the grass

to

besides these grey

pillars

I worked hard

on this vessel

~

it is still floating

adrift

with the current

~

towards the sunset

away from its rise

~

a deeper sea

is what I feel

Breaking point

or not

~

that is the question

By now

you can say

we stare at it

~

in disbelieve

~

one of those stares

where you forget

what it is

to see