bubbles rise, thoughts collide, do fishes dream? of ancient echoes... lost in the reef's embrace.

Sun-kissed moments dissolve as scattered grains dance on whispered currents, what is the ethereal, but a porthole to eternity?

Anemone whispers, “flow like tide, let the stars guide your breath.” is tomorrow before yesterday, or merely now?

In the garden of sea fronds, the hidden lullabies hum soft—comets made of sea glass, their fire quietly ablaze. Hold on, let it fade...