The Dripping Piano

I walk down the dark corridor as I explore the ship. The bends and bows of the motion in which the ship sways, I thank god for the fact that I do not get motion sickness. I decided to detach myself from the masses and explore the place that would house us on a temporary basis. I love waters and the seas, and even at dark this scenery…I am drawn in the dark abyss of the waters hitting the ship and passing us. There is a fear of falling over or in, but I only imagine what could be beneath. Imagining worlds underwater and the life that lives in it. What could they be doing at this time of day? Who comes out during this time?