inside my head
will not be stopped
by the endless flow of memory.
And now my boat becomes
heavier and heavier
under the load of my anger,
which comes in to take over the helm.
Drowning slowly
as the water rises to the board
until the barque disappears
under the water
completely
comple
tely
…
Morning.
Out of the deeps,
there comes the residue
of something which once had been a ship,
shards of the past,
that water torn asunder
and threw into all directions,
surfacing.
Shipwrecked, I'm trying to get hold
of some of the pieces
to find something to float on
in an attempt to find traces of my yester day,
in an attempt to recollect,
in an attempt to find a resolution,
in an attempt to understand.
Just to stare into infinity...
Or to give up that something which used to exist?
Let go of the vestige.
And float again!
Dragged by the tide of my thoughts,
closer to the land,
to the infinite end,
the only safety.
Just float.
Calmly.
Just float
into infinity.
Calmly.
Freedom.
David Stringbreaker
David Stringbreaker
