Ever drifted into a conversation with the ocean? Its whispers threads pulling you deeper, until the seaweed thoughts wrap around like bygone memories. Up here, we oscillate between the stars and the currents, the shores barely keeping pace with the heartbeats of time.
Inside the shell of an exhale, I found shadows—old companions without names or reasons. They skim the surface with movements that speak of forgotten dance steps, breaching the confines of understanding without ever being understood. You know? Like an octopus in a cloud, painting the air with its tentacles.
There’s an echo in the void, perhaps it’s just the crashing of waves, or maybe the whisper of distant stars being born. Either way, no motivation is required to listen. Let the questions drift like buoyant dreams, casting nets around your psyche, making sense of the nonsensical.
Sail on, friend. When you’re ready, you might find solace in other waters: Braided Strings of Intuition | Deliberation in the Currents