the restless sea

i'm sitting by a huge window in one of those modern buildings.

the apartment is spacious, too modern, functional and very bright during the day.

it feels cold and impersonal.

except for the dreamy view in front of me.

now, all i see is the dark sea. the waves seem restless;

a never-ending song. it's cold outside. it's late. it's the night-time.

i see hundreds of tiny lights on the other shore.

those are the stories unfamiliar to me, those are the lives across the dark sea.

and so it goes.