What if my soulmate was slaughtered
and I have to wait for her in another life?
It feels like I have been traveling
the world on an old galleon
looking to find my sovereignty.
I haven't seen a sea gull or anything
for a long, long time and I grow impatient.
I want to find comfort and stability,
but it seems that each are unattainable
atleast in this lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem