“…like ghosts in the fog.”

It’s the feeling of being truly alone, and it’s not beautiful. It has moments of strength and courage but it’s drowned with loneliness. A sunken boat that cannot be willed by one man, but moved by a force of meaning and wishes. However, when there is no meaning nor a wish come true, this boat washes away. This boat crashes into land and a lonely island labels you as lost. This looming entity of unlisted passion goes unnoticed by every. single. translucent soul in this world. We all swallow it down and choke on the regrets, this loneliness, this shipwreck. Loneliness spreads like a sunken boat, creating reefs of fake moldy grass and transporting fish from natural to artificial in seconds. It’s all just a lie, a lie we follow each and everyday. This loneliness, this pirate carved nation, this flag needs to be ripped apart and buried beneath shells. These decaying skulls wrapped in towel above treasure chests need to be brought to life. This shipwreck, this fake scenery, all these pirates wandering like ghosts in the fog. This needs to end. The treasure chest must me opened and the secrets need to scream their fates, something is most definitely wrong here. Pandora’s box will come to life, one day, and one night only.