ame sentinelle, murmurons

my lame-ass poetry.
mostly I talk about the ocean and depression.
I write for myself even if it's selfish.
enjoy



Forward
Backward

not so fond

the gray in the sky inspires doubt in my mind,

I turn over rocks searching for the answer I want

all I find are empty holes leading to more gray sky

I fall in

and float through space

answer some questions and accusations forming in the air

it is thick, hard to breath, hard to remember

too difficult to form answers, too clouded to recall