The Ship and Anchor

"When the world is upon the other side and you are below from it"

The sun is upon the east coast rising up, here I am in the misty woods drinking coffee in a cup. Split seconds and the wind wails like a beat of drum, wishing all of the opposing to be lying inside a wooden tomb. Then scatter all the flying dreadful butterflies, into the shore here comes the ghastly ship full of unnoticed tries. Then it sails away towards the deep horizon, where it chases the mad sun of endless destination. In the midst of the ocean where it drops the solitary anchor, sniffing the fallacious bliss that has been asked as a favor. As the anchor goes down and the ship stays still, and alone the anchor losing the radiance for it flows where it belongs. Still not admired for the effect it has to the ship, then willingly loosen the grip of the anchor chain until it slips. The sun is in the middle to where it always stays, as the ship continues to sail without the anchor being part of the phase. Waves crashing towards each other and the ship being drifted away as it chases the sun that makes it flatter. Raging clouds are coming and the dark grey sky is spitting spark that is grieving. The loosen anchor losts the way and the ship still gathers the strength of the loosen anchor load. It keeps going on to meet the sun at the coast end, it horns loudly that it shakes the surface of the ocean full of sniveling fiends. Here the swelling mad waves that devour the ship and shattered every part with grateful cry. Like a floating leaf in the ocean alone and the dispersed pieces drowned and immerse under left still disregarded. It forgets the world as the world forgotten the bygone anchor and ship. It reaches its destination as to be departed from the world. The ship becomes its tomb and the underwater ground its grave. The sun is upon west coast setting down, lay the ghastly ship alone and the world still thought that the ship is a clown.