In the labyrinth of the soul’s cryptic appreciation, we discover the meaning scrabbled across the stone of existence. Layer upon layer, revealing paradoxes that hold themselves together in tensile harmony.
“Do we mirror the galaxies, or do they mirror us?”
The ocean breathes within our chest as we learn to let go of time. An unseen clock whose hands tick in reverse, granting seconds eternal subtly.
“What is the ocean, if not a mirror of our solitude?”