the ocean

come back my sailor.
these waters aren't the same without you.
feels no good to sail alone.
besides, pirates may come... but i won't let them grab our boat,
or still my soul.
raining days are coming and i see no land ahead me.
birds seem to predict something while waves get wilder.
sailorman, where are you?
can't you hear my call from the whelks?
rum's disgracing me,
nightmares are haunting me,
loneliness is killing me.
come back my sailor.
my heart's no more anchored,
i'm lost.
only you know where to find me,
the same place you left me:
nowhere.

photo: julia. -