Ocean And Me
Edita Charvátová, 2018
Deep old wounds
Deep ocean dooms
Salt crystals
burn my skin or
heal my skin
My time can`t be liberated by the time
What is in the middle of ocean for me?
When it comes to survival
I drink condensed seawater
and my brain with numerous scars plays
some silly ridiculous song over and over again
All opinions are pointless
All words are meaningless
Just pure existence and nothingness
Though all forms are
celebration of life
and if not...
What sense does it make?
