Hey can we just put ourselves aside.. and think like two runaway boats capsized in churning waters of a blue stormy river? Can we remember how we felt drowning and saving ourselves instead of each other in the stormy churning waters? Imagine the rocks that we hit and the holes that were made.. the scars that would remain of that night in the blue storm? We would return home some unknown shore Laying side by side battered and lopsided. Masters and people would think we were runaway boats, While we would know how shamelessly we shamed ourselves in the blue churning river.
Words are Light... Images are Objects... Thoughts are Shadows...