Layag Sug

I have not seen this sea, which you speak of so fondly every once in a while. but I'd hear the slowed-down breathing, the long pause when you tell stories of old people that died, of brave men that once sailed with their boats to cross vast continents and trade, and then sail again for home where they’d find their wives and children waiting for their return. You are still out there sailing, and I am here hoping you'd reach home soon. I know where that home is. But you have to fight to get there. I could wait for centuries and be still until you're home finally. Don't fret. Sail, love, wherever that sea with its raging current takes you. And when you reach shore, You'll find me there standing, waiting for you. This piece is an interpretation of “Layag Sug” sent by someone known only as Samantha Buendia. I am posting with permission.