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[momentshaveyou]

she hadn't spoken in three weeks
i wasn't quite sure when she would
so i set out in my ship to find the
answer to her prayers. and all the
while, all i could think about was
my own skin. too many years
spent observing my downfalls.
too many tears, and no strength
to prevent the hours of phonecalls.
i held my hand over my heart, out
in the deep life, and swore that i
would never think so long and hard
ever again. promised to myself, that
i would make it home and bring her
that boquet. let her breathe in deep
and let out all of those "it's all right's"
that i had hoped and prayed for on
bad nights. but as the weather
turned, i hoped and yearned, to never
make it home. regret had left me,
dreams had spent me, so away i sailed
bitter and alone. the moon never looked
so dim. and so the ocean carries on.

and so the ocean carries on.