Oceans in My Eyes with Sinking Houses!
Oceans have seldom rested at the peripheral of my eyes, giant wavering waves still don’t spill out of them, the walls of my sclera are like houses that pet heavy storms, it goes down then, into my lungs whirling within the ribcage, centuries might pass by, they would be there, I’m not to, bring havoc outside my skin, I gulp the boats and ships, of melancholy and despair just beneath the dark skies, they all have found home and refuge within my darkness, and the sounds of the oceans are heard from far, when I walk past, the crowd of unknown faces, I see them behind the watery eyes, the houses slowly sinking of myriad women, their faces wet, with the oceans from their eyes, watching me in awe, how did I tame it and the walls never broke? Floods of mayhem to drown my soul never came, my house floats on those salty waters, I choose to live in it, the one on earth had obligations, the waters from the eyes, shall not fall, so I drowned my house in the se
