They called him lost because he left the shore. They called him broken because he wanted more. They counted his failures like scars on a blade… Never asking what monsters he fought in the waves. He wasn’t chasing gold, he was chasing the truth. A thief of illusions, a rebel of youth. He raided the silence, he battled the fear… Searching for something that disappeared. I’m not a pirate of oceans… I’m a pirate of time. Stealing back the moments they told me weren’t mine. My treasure ain’t diamonds, my treasure ain’t fame… It’s the spark in a stranger who forgot their own name. The world builds its prisons with invisible chains… Then wonders why dreamers go insane. So I sail with my questions, my compass is scars… Following storms that lead to the stars. Because a true pirate of life isn’t someone who takes… It’s someone who finds what the world throws away.
