Whispers ride the crest of waves, lost in the eternal evening spray.
We come to the sea like moths, staring deep into the abyss that sways and whispers. Ever been there?
When your heart drops, does it sink like stone? Or float on forgotten tides? I'm pondering the latter as shadows flicker.
It’s easy to pretend out here, the waves rolling over truths too heavy to bear. Care for a swim? Shall we?
What's real, what's illusion? I guess it doesn't matter when the horizon stretches into eternity. What's hiding beneath the surface? You tell me. Reveal it.
Silent screams underneath that moonlit shimmer, waiting for dawn, craving solace.