It's 2am. I am still writing emails.
Against a tsunami, my legs swollen, they hurt, but I walk.
I don't really know where I am, I just know what I need to do.
Through the shouts of poseidon, in my mind, there's something louder, stronger, alive.
The voice.
Her voice.
The angelic voice.
Choir of the sky.
Simply and delicately making my heart beat.
The memories of it
The one thing that makes me defy
The one thing that opens my eye
The one thing that shows me how to fly.
The anticipations of it
The one thing that gets me to try
The one thing that keeps me alive