Dreams Of An "Un-Articulate" Man No.1 Poem by Johnny Nathaniel

I always wanted to be out on the ocean, sailing a small boat out to the big wide open sea, smelling the salt and feeling the breeze.

At night I'd lay back and let the waves rock me to sleep as I gazed into the clear skies and at the millions of dead stars I'd never dare visiting.

In the morning I'd set my sails for the unknown, floating deeper into the mystery of the waters, and into barely known and never remembered places. I'd watch the sky turn magical and green at sunset and think just how small I am compared to everything else, being small is nice, I wouldn't mind it at all.

I'd stay on the seas, floating for months at a time, chasing the sunset until i hit dry land, then out again I'd sail. Years pass and they'd find my small boat rusted and old, floating to shore one last time and without me.

They'd all wonder where i went, say i must've fell overboard years before. But they'd never know the truth, or i how escaped into realms beyond the end of time, into the dead stars that i am no longer afraid of.