Entry #1

Knocking permeates through the empty street,

Is anyone there?

The sound breaks the stillness

Is anyone there?

The response beyond the moon's ghastly shadow is a pitiful moan

Is the sorrow lost if it mourns to one who's already lost?

It matters little, the ocean I'll traverse is endless

The billed-cap fisherman would watch me return in ruin

A tolerable ruin, flanked behind the crashing of a high tide

I can't let go

My love once ebbed and flowed

But now it holds the fury of a tsunami

It'll only end in my own plunder, but I don't care.

Is anyone there?