Traveling on the white waves (haibun)

The waves hit my boat in every second. I feel very alone in the immensity of the ocean. Alone, with no perception of a human influence. Just me and the waves. I feel a little bit lost in a see of white waves… a lonely black boat in agitated water – an untold story I have no goal. I want to just go on, until a can feel the softness of the land under my feet. The sea frightens me, with its emptiness. It all happens under the blue glass, far from us, far from our possibilities… I have no sort of control over it, and this thing really makes me feel helpless… only a small soul trapped inside a very big ocean – which is called “the world” I know I am going to reach earth again. I can see the houses, I can see the smoke going up. I am saved… But I am not sure I want to be back here. Maybe it is better to be alone, pure, over a great mirror in witch you can always see your own self… Without lies…