Next the window shield of a rusty old ship, I am surrounded by warm sky and thoughts, empty pages, headphones.
Somethings will never change,
The feeling of laying for hours under the sun rays
Being in a dream, never waking up
Having memories of us, you and me
The joy of being showered with ideas
Somethings will never ever change
Like the feeling of being in front of the sea
The comfort that comes with the feeling of being independent
Like the serenity of having nobody to prove to what you are all about
Freedom
Riding a ship with no direction, ready to face it all and no matter how long it takes,
Like immortality
Love, pure love with no commitment nor attachment
Never belonging
God, and returning only to god
Somethings will continuously change
Not knowing what is the cure for the chaos in you
Not being able to find the right answer
Like never being connected to something or someone
Never being sure of why and when
But no, You will not be waiting forever
When the time comes
Until that safe state you created change once again to find yourself in the same ship
Sailing and sailing into the unknown.
