Floating in the sea, refusing to swim, to go in quest of a land.
For the sky looks beautiful. And the stars dreamy.
But let’s not just talk about sky and stars.
Let’s talk about the night.
Night that is home to many unheard voices, looking for a way out, complaining about too much light.
All these voices, yearning to be heard in solitude.
I wish to float in the sea of those voices, and be forgotten.