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
Guiding lights markers to watch
revealing dangers sunken dreams and hidden cliffs
under a mostly peaceful surface.
Day 779, wind.
The raw movement pushing luring
forwards to an ever changing willing movement
with a distance far away.
Day 776, shielding light.
Stretching a guarding hand out
in silence heavy grounded shielding your calm
from a now silent rage.
Day 775, movement.
A voyage passes my mind
water escapes the horizon stretches in silence
a breeze closes my eyes.
Day 774, home.
Red discolored paint weathered wood
a house and light for countless years
white windows and a view.
Day 773, day at sea.
