If a ship is replaced piece by piece, part by part,
It will eventually become an entirely new ship.
Not a shred of the old one will remain,
Except in memory.

I have tried to die a thousand times.
I think I’ve killed a piece of myself in each attempt.
In theory, if I **** and rebuild myself piece by piece, part by part
Eventually the “me” that is left will be entirely new.

Sylvia Plath once said, “Dying is an art”;
I wonder if I’m finally an artist.

This vessel is not yours,
But the wheel will still turn
Under your hand.
She creaks at your step
As though you may break through
Her soft Swiss boards.
She is stronger than you.
And she is still yours in part.
Do not forget that this
Is the only reason you do not
Crash below her decks.
She may turn for you,
But you are not welcome
Under the floor you let rot.

: How are you ?

She : Like an ocean
          Deep and silent

: And how are you ?

He : Like a ship
        Sailing and sinking
        in you

The unknown and ambiguity
                   is where
                    I will
                     sail
                     even                  
                      if
                 ­    they
                     don't
                     dare
I sailed slowly, but I sailed forward and onward
Storms and waves, I've found my dear Atlantis
   Where the depths is immeasurable but calm
          I have no regrets, I've waited for you
            And now, if I am going to drown
                 I will not hesitate anymore
                 For below and down under
                      In chaos and silence
                            I found her

Bound for the void of nothingness a ship had once set sail
Embarked in peaceful doubts and willful ignorance
Merely lead by a play, both boisterous and frail
A play of waves, of storms, a dance!

Yet with time the sea's bounty became a teacher
Testifying the bleeding which is her love
It is still there she sails, a ship at open sea
As long as in the darkest night there'll be some stars above