Tightly knit threads
In the unraveling, they cry,
Like the quiet depths of a distant ocean;
And ships are swallowed,
Drunkenly laughing at destiny.
Let the casino never close, don’t let us unravel
Only we know how the story began
And we are the victims
This was originally part of a group poem that I wrote with two friends. These are my lines, removed from the context of the poem.
“To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Anderson
Writing is about freedom and expressing yourself; allowing yourself find your own voice. Here is my attempt at discovering myself through my own writing.
"All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know." - Ernest Hemingway
ull new transflations -- Rosetta Stone hypothoses
One True Sentence 