And the tides speak in whispers, the conch shell reflections of distant shores...
Time flows like saltwater currents, erasing, revealing, reshaping hearts...
The ocean is a vast library, each wave a page, every storm a chapter unwritten.
Loneliness finds companionship in the quiet depths, an echo of our shared solitude...
Our dreams are like castaways, seeking land in the boundless blue...
The sea holds secrets in caverns dark, where light fears to tread, and silence reigns.
In the end, we are all mariners, lost in our own thoughts, adrift in the mind's ocean...
The bottle, a fragile promise, carries whispers to shore unaware...
On waves of memory, we journey to find what the heart has left behind.