comes and goes in waves

// i am the man we both couldn't stand. i can't wash the dirt from my hands. what was it like to feel in love?
i can't scrub off the black from my lungs, i can't wipe off the taste from my tongue //

“Fine.” Sunjata murmurs with a breathy buff of laughter as he stretches out, propping one leg up. Don’t say I didn’t try, at least. He contemplates tacking on but refuses at the end, instead leaning back and mulling over everything as he gnaws at the inside of his cheek, head tilting up to peer at the walls of Jack’s cabin, of all the intricate things that lingered within.

His gaze only continues to roam around the room when the captain’s words reach his ears. “I’m not one to judge.” He replies, letting a crooked smirk span along his face. It isn’t like he hasn’t done it before, anyway. So he peers back at the captain with the comment of life’s work, a slow nod granted. “Looks like a pretty successful life, Jack.” An easy compliment with all the truth to it as he glances back around the room. “So when are you sailing out again?” An easy question considering it would affect any plans he has regarding Melita.

i am the shadow driving the hearse, what was it like to feel in love? what was it like to feel?

SUNJATA