Waves pulling back before bending over in a chaotic movement. Water with a salty taste and ships sailing from coast to coast only leaving ******* behind, drags her thoughts away until they come crashing back with a rumbling splash. As the last ship leaves coast, tears start streaming down her face.

Playing the harp like our hands were on fire until a string broke and we put it aside. Knowing it was there but never took the time to repair it. We never got to play the last nodes of our love song.

It's easy to loose yourself but hard to find yourself and even harder to find yourself right after loosing yourself.

The prey is surrounded by hunters waiting to make their next move. To make the light leave the preys glancing eyes and the blood pour out from it's veins leaving it dead for them to rip apart. It's only appreciated when it's gone down their throats, into their stomach and as the hunger starts again the poor creature is already forgotten and the hunt for a new prey has begun.

Telling someone to be themselves in this society, is like telling a bird with two broken wings to fly.