Sunday, September 18, 2016

Separate Seas

I realise what makes people move
forward
is their will to attain
a conquering of time

I saw that the sea is not something
outside
but an ocean of ideas
separating

Love is a gentler abstract than the cruel hours ticking by
and I can swim much better within it

Those people I have known who faded away
did not even leave a shadow, after all