we might as well be strangers in another town.
We packed our bags and said farewell, untied the knot and raised the sail. We threw our hearts into the sea, forgot all of our memories.
The wind was sweet and smelled of home. The sea was rough and felt unknown. Escaping shores of lunacy, dawn light, twilight, infinity.
Can we keep our baring straight or will we be blown off course? Are we instruments of fate? Do we really have a choice?