Neptune leaves me cold
Punishment for breaking the mold
Yet I prefer to drift at sea
I will not drown, for I believe
Captain’s Log: Day 1
Sun sets on my first day at sea
I’ve made some progress
Gathered what I need
On the way I made a friend
We spoke about philosophy
We may have also dabbled
in a touch of naughty piracy
I am excited and afraid
Boarding ships I plan to raid
And so begins a brand new play
How it ends, I cannot say
I think this level of insecurity is indicative of the fact I’m lucid & experiencing a fuckton of novelty I’m free, alone & I believe 🪽
Captain’s Log: Day 2
Crystalline lessons
Daisies invite gentle rest
Stars sparkle in cleared skies
Putting myself to the test
Headaches from doing my best
I feel the tug of the pit
I will not go
Finally ready to commit
Who knows who will follow
Holding back my wit
Norepinephrine makes me sick
Rock myself to sleep
Some are meant to keep
❄️
Show yourself
I wish for deep sleep
Day 3
The ocean is calm
Sunbeams warm exposed skin
Parts of me are held hostage
Fluffy clouds float stock still
Intimacy is still baking
Have I already had my fill?
Sweet dreams where I can be held
Communal bakeries might make me ill
This town provides nostalgic remedies
Improving my sense of smell
Water carries lost memories
I’m climbing out of hell
If the ocean truly lives in your eyes,
I hope that you are calm as well