Day 825, directions.
The sea, wind, and current controls
Distrustful I look me in the eye
My own tides make me
And I let the sea, wind and current take me.
Day 786, drowning.
Dark waters around
anxiety pressures me
emptiness pours in.
Day 785, reflection.
I stand still silence
reflections trampled scattered
like ripples in mind.
Day 784, breath.
A lone sensation
the horizon overflows
I take a deep breath.
Day 782, floating.
A slow heavy sinking sensation
blue moods blend till fused with black
this last horizon is light.
Day 781, its possible.
To warn our fellow humans
a great effort and collaboration is needed
a sign we can work.
Day 780, see
