Suppose tos..
And grass wasn’t supposed to grow on top of a chafed rock in the middle of this oceans least but not lost hug 15.9650° S, 5.7089° W
Fuck this shit.
We’re sailing.
Since yesterday, we won’t be looking back.
Much as we used to..
Not often I helped myself from shedding..
Last night, something in the breeze..
My simple bitter lemon seeds stuck in springtime salad greens.
Memories seem to be real on this man over board.
Man I love you.
They asked me if this wedding is one of this have tos…
We don’t play have tos around this rock.
I wasn’t supposed to know, nevertheless to be such an approximate friend.
Well, I am not even supposed to writing these unfamiliar words, but with you I feel a family sensation creeping for years.
It’s early in the morning, and I am wearing your shirt, yes you gave me a piece of cloth that watches my back..
I won’t rob your late sunrise not knowing when you went off to bed, which bed, maybe undar…
