Ever stared too long at the sea and found a part of yourself lost in the endless ripple? Sometimes I think the ocean whispers secrets, you know? Maybe it's just erratic pulses of consciousness.
Reflect. It's all about looking back, isn't it? Or maybe just looking sideways, watching the waves crash in peculiar patterns. Have you ever tried to reflect on a reflection? That might just fold your mind like a paper crane.
And so, the open sea awaits, stretching beyond horizons, where all reflections converge into one. Waves are like thoughts, aren't they? Ridiculous, but poetic.