I put my soul into a ship that sank. Now I am rootless, lost in space…
Always being blown by the wind, I caress other people’s bodies, refreshing some, bothering the rest.
Belonging nowhere.
Being but a word on a screen, faceless, invisible, weightless
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This is very poetic, as sad as it is.
But MP, although I can’t speak for everyone here on SP, I’d say you’re a lot more to us than a word on a screen.
I rather like the idea of being caressed.
Lol
Thank You Whisky 🙂
Good thing about what you wrote? often things that are found on sunken ships are considered a treasure, and considering it’s your soul you’re talking about… it might just be there waiting to be found. Pretty sure that if someone finds it eventually, they will cherish it when they realize all it’s worth.
Beautiful
Wow
🙁 🙂