@ GREECE at last//August 15// Island of Spetses All my thoughts become a page that is wet all those pencil notes Eidothea's notes to her Apollo Garia's poems to her lovers they are pointless to be read at this moment the past and the past before that past where did it go? The water covered it my body is finally floating on its own it is my body that will keep soaking till the bad dreams stop bothering me i notice my friends and their hands strong, playful,while my hand is trying to grasp this moment this moment of the chain this moment of the friendship that kept brining me back to shore year after year every time I thought I was drowning. For a friend is a raging sea that keeps us moving on but also is the calm river that holds us still // My friends are the RIVERS that I follow //