Archived: Still At sea by Eliza Bratt

Floating on a sea of empty feeling
Broken words,
Falsified promises,
It’s hard to hold this
An arabesque of confidence
And keep aboard my boat of utter apathy

This quantum entanglement is of dread and destiny
As idiosyncrasy plagues and weighs upon my soul
I stare, the world a moving set of contradictions
Ephemerality is longevity
And simplicity complex

And I wish for a world
Where nothing moved
Except the human heart within the breast
And all is one
The sea stops it’s waving
My boat is still
And my arabesque