La mer, she swallows my words.

La mer, she swallows my words.

For those I don’t know how to form the sentences;
those, can’t even speak out.

She sees it through, and returns in waves.

…where the exit is

I wish

I could reach the light

where the exit is

no longer

an

illusion

Let it drift, if you have to.

there comes a time when nothing can be seen through,
none can be fought,
let it drift,
until the shore is hit