Shipwreck
Out on the seas. setting up my sails for new lands and dreams. Churning storms of brewing depression, bore down and ruined my expressions. Floating adrift, my foundation now mere myth. Clinging to remains, I hope and pray. Oi! Land, behold before me. Stepping on land, meet with trees and sand. Land seems strange, something beyond mundane. Forest of wonder, lead my path not asunder
