If I were dropped out of a plane…

Inspired by 

“If I were dropped out of a plane into the ocean and told the nearest land was a thousand miles away, I’d still swim. And I’d despise the one who gave up.”  Abraham H. Maslow 

I’d still swim to you…

To my dazzling shore of a hope,

To my heart-racing wave of a tale,

To a depth I never seen before,

To ‘bad blood cut’.

My prison at a dawn.

My sweetest ‘apricot’.

I wouldn’t fear all mistakes

You’ve done.

To steal the sun and hide it in your pocket,

To watch my dreams from crack in iron mask,

To smell my coffee


To guide my feet into the shoes each morning.

My music of the falling leaves.

My miss ‘divine ‘tobacco’.

I’d still swim to you…

Through smashed sea of salt,

Through fire, curved in a row of dancing birds.

And under water.

Both hands into the burning sand.

I would still swim.

I would.

I will.

I do.

I would,


Too tired.

And seems,

You are still thousands miles away… (haha)



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