I was writing in an area where there is no audience, and my mind was flooded of words I never said. I'm still at sea, and every wind is a symbol of my prayer that he would have been with me. the coconut trees are as much as I love being tall. high and unselfish, anyway it is a lot of fun. every grain of sand it was as if my love had never failed; billions of emotions, love for her that I did not admit.
every wave that strikes, it was like the moments I missed; things I've been saying for a long time, now I am interrupted by repentance.
