During my twisted nights you thought I was a victim of your hazy hoax, well I was not.
Coming to terms when I stumbled around the ship’s rough threshold. Is it there’s blurred images bombarding my head this day ?or because of extreme heat prickling my hairline and my nape since I got my medieval leather pouch behind my back?
Navigating through continents, remote island and swarming ports,at the end of every wheel and deal, got my linen shirt damp.
My lips longed for icy water, since humidity this summer days got my body recline from any movements.
After some deep breaths, I got all the receipts, views of empty seats.
Shrugged off trickery reasons and slip aways of some lassies.
They thought I didn’t get the drift, but I always catch the truth they can’t distort from their own visage of a controlled grin.
Headaches and late snacks to reward my day.
With these thoughts pre occupying my mind,
“baby, give me some garden- fresh sweet pea or adorable little fish pet so I could name her Ac.”
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Lonesome ship's cabin
Poetry*collections of spare nightmares and escapism *sort of my dreamland, all of us is not perfect when it comes to writing literary pieces, so do I. *time travel inspired stories
