A mad sailor befriended a storm.
Another quiet day, no more a quiet day.
Another night lived far away from home.
An asteroid too meek to find a way away.
A stance too loud to have proven a wrong.
A mad sailor befriended the storm.
In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
A mad sailor befriended a storm.
Another quiet day, no more a quiet day.
Another night lived far away from home.
An asteroid too meek to find a way away.
A stance too loud to have proven a wrong.
A mad sailor befriended the storm.
- Musings of a promising freak -
The world around through my camera's lens