Well is too small then sea and river but the taste of the well water is I cant say in words.

I thirst for something I have never had and yet I drink, I bathe in depravity because there really in nothing else… so why can’t I make myself believe it.

A poem that gives a vivid accident of two boats on the high sea.

A short story about the perilous adventure of four teenagers as they sail into the unsuspecting sea.

I want to go back to the shore.

New Poem.

Would you?

My writings. Feedback?

I did like two months ago would like feedback please.

Poem came to me while watching ‘under the sea’ with my daughter.