I know this is an art book and I owe people art but I was super emotionally ruined by this movie about a married couple who get trapped in a hurricane on the open ocean. Suffice to say it destroyed me and I made a small poem to work through it??

Let me know if it's any good if people actually see this ^^'

Drowning

I still love the ocean.

It's where I see us clearest.

Sometimes when I sail,

I remember the ghost of you

and how he talked about the forgotten waters

where you disappeared beneath the waves.

And if I ever do follow the currents back there,

to the place your bones align with the constellations

a thousand leagues bellow,

I'll swim over top of them and stare at the stars,

And it will feel like we are lying together,

when we're actually an ocean apart.