I don't think so this grief is passing
Now under a tree, I am suffocating.
Where is my thinking space?
Inside the ocean, my other half is breathing.
This suffocation can Either be for an hour or eternal;
But for me, moments are forever.
Now or never I got to chose;
My soul is in the ocean and body on the cruise.
It's morning and I can't hear anything;
Like Silence is with me and not something I seek.
I am creating blueprints to make through from tomorrow;
But how I will get through from today's sorrow?
I will pick a flower;
On my way home.
To lose myself in an hour if not;
then eternity is to follow.