Jul 26

Cross-Pilot

I paint the sea
even when nobody is watching.
it's there, your shadow, the sea,
the battle, the purpose to people.
lonely.
crowds of individual strangers,
I could stand for hours
and they would group around me,
children around a story-teller.
had I not happened
or done what I've done,
there would've been
something in me,
I'm drawn to feelings,
I'm attracted to hurt,
I'm like some figures.

I started a thought
I wouldn't want,
so I turned it
into poetry.