But who am I to hope?
Emotions clash like waves on a beach;
powerful thoughts and incentives.
I long to throw them overboard
but what man would I be then?
A captain alone on a sinking vessel.
A casket of emptiness,
of morals and beliefs -
What spyglass sees without a lens?
What mind functions without my feelings?
Do I dare them to take me prisoner,
as my soul is scarred with cutthroats and lovers?
And so unsure, I roll them up on a parchment
in a bottle thrown to sea.
But I am left stranded on the shore,
gazing out into open oblivion.
\"It\'s not your fault,\" I think.
X marks my heart, head shaking saltwater into the cold sand,
yearning for you to sail to distant lands
and that one day, I will see those white sails.
I\'m hoping I await your return.