Squareone from Clouds by Reverboy

This standing still and being rolled about like a bottle was a thing I never learned to stand without a qualm or so, above all in the morning, on an empty stomach.
Perhaps it was this, perhaps it was the look of the island with its grey, melancholy woods, and wild stone spires, and the surf that we could both see and hear foaming and thundering on the steep beach at least
Although the sun shone bright and hot, and the shore birds were fishing and crying all around us and you would have thought anyone would have been glad to get to land after being so long at sea, my heart sank

• Alternative
• independent
• indie
• solo artist
• Argentina