I have the urge,

to remove this stupid thing

people claimed as eyepatch

off these scars...

It bothers me,

and it makes them

go sorry all over me again.

Even he already started

to fake his feelings

just like them.

He's contaminated.

In front of me,

merged the crashing waves

of the noisy ocean.

My toes were buried,

deep down the sand,

as the rushing water

tried its best

reaching for my feet.

I know

what you're thinking

Where the hell

are your parents?

I don't know.

Don't ask me, idiots.

What I knew,

this place will always be

my favorite place

to settle down myself.

The smell of saltwater,

the sound of seagulls,

the touch of the cold liquid,

the taste of fresh air,

the sight of endless blue...

My fingers interwined,

as they slowly...

slowly...

and slowly...

...untied the strings

of the eyepatch.

Off you go,

you don't deserve me.

That thing flew,

tagging itself along

with the gentle wind.

Have a nice trip.