I’m sorry. I don’t want to be an emperor. that’s not my business.

Letter to the Sea

Dear Sea,

you don’t know who I am. and you’ll never know it.
…but I do know you. I breathe through your waves and live for your vibrant thunders.

I scream for your cold draughts and adore to swim in the rhythm of your lungs. it makes me stronger. confident. brave. superior and inferior in the same time.
when i was young, I didn’t know how to call you… shifting flame. treasured soil. warm storm…now I’m within you. within your stillness and noisy shivers. the sea of thunders and the sea of calm. and i’m grateful.

dear Sea, if you go away, throw me on your favourite thunder…and if you stay, delight me with your calmest waves.
I wish you all the best. and happy thunders.

yours,
Who knows…

Splendor in the grass