The night when the saddest lines will be written. Because I've been stranded in the middle of the ocean of regrets and don't know how to swim— I'll write this line in my letters for you over and over again.
I've been trying to survive the nights I kept on measuring different depths of the sea to find where you left the broken piece of me. The piece that makes us...Us. Your love for me.
When not sure enough where you abandoned it. But one thing is for sure, you could fill it in. Because you've been the sailor of my heart since then and the one that could save me from drowning.
When not sure if you still have it in. In your heart. Because I still have them– I still remember the best pieces of you that I always treasure. Your memories in me.
But the saddest part of it all, I'm drowning with words for you. I am just a woman with a pen that writes about war in her heart, but not well-equipped to fight the war to win you back."
–Jhunamae Moja (smnllyl, sailor)
Journal Date: 07.05.23
