(crests: by me)
So as you probably have noticed, I have been writing some poetry lately.
I don’t know if it is the change in the weather or my subconscious trying to tell me something, but I have been experiencing strange and intense dreams over the past few weeks. Some I can so vividly remember I jot them down now and again. This is one of them:
I dreamed of a ship with beautiful bounty.
We were on the Dead Sea.My eyeliner was salt crusted to my lids. You tucked my hair behind my ear and I hated you then.
I looked at you and your arms became the Mast.
I tied the ropes.
I jumped the ship.
