in a humble boat sat she.
gently, she rowed.
she loved the boundless sea, the unparalleled sunrise and sunset, the dazzling night sky.
at the edge of the forest, the cicada calls, the scent of pine lingers, the morning dew renews.
each day, she thought she could be here forever.
yet forever is a long time.
for like calypso, she was cursed.
the very moment she fell in love with where she was,
she will be thrown into the freezing waters and made to swim back to her little boat.
countless times she swam,
with every gulp of air; she struggled to remember all the beauty around her.
countless times she fell,
with every prickle on her skin; she struggled to hold onto all the memories, and what's left in her.
gradually, her perseverance ebbed away.
time, after all, is indeed a scary thing.
as her little boat came into view,
her hands tightened around its rim.
yet her worn-out soul is already beginning to lose its shimmer.
her tired mind whispers...
"how many more times? how much longer?"
lost in tears mingled with nostalgia and exhaustion, she slowly loosens her grip...
