Apr 18, 2017
I find myself at the sea, With all the broken pieces of me, The caressing sound of the waves, And their never ending octaves.
I find myself alone, No one to aid or moan, No one who sees me through, No one within my view.
I find myself when I paint, In every color and in every saint, In every stroke of black and white, Mixing everything else that is bright.
I find myself when I write, About the oceans and the sea, In search of who I could be, In search of the one I miss, In search of the trail to bliss, Sometimes,something’s are just a part of you, They may not be many but a few, They make you for who you are, How you keep it is, Is how you scar…..
