When it comes to love…
I’m a ship, out in the deep ocean….
The waves are fatle…
And there’s no lighthouse.
There’s no night sky with starlight, nor moonlight.
It’s just the sound of the waves…
The sound of the ship hitting the waves…
I have no idea if I’ll make it to shore…
But I was told that – if I focus hard enough….
I can still the waves with my bare mind.
I can clear up the sky, so I can let the light in.
The Black Prints 