The sea drifts, an unending embrace of green and blue, whispering secrets in a tongue only ancient hearts understand. A familiar spread, the vivid splash stains the sands with its eternal serenade. Where the foam meets the sky, a vision stirs in the soul, deja vu envelopes like forgotten dreams etched by the brush of time.
Somewhere between the crests and troughs, a fleeting melody catches the ear—brief, yet echoing. It is lost words from a past conversation, gentle murmurs of a tide that once spoke your name. Vivid streams of consciousness collide; every ripple a story. Opportunity and past lovers weave together among the frothy dialogues of the passionate shore.
Could it be the rhythms of waves breathing cause the heart to skip beats it once hummed in quiet corners? Here, in wonder, where being finds itself scattered like broken seashells of memory, a picture half-completed, revisited.