Ever stare at the ocean and wonder if it remembers you? I do sometimes. Not sure why. Maybe it's the endless rhythm that washes over everything, the way it pulls you in and tucks you under its vastness. Like a warm embrace, if the ocean could hug, right?
There’s something about the shores being a melting pot of whispers and forgotten dreams. I mean, hidden in the grains of sand could be your childhood wish playing peek-a-boo with the tide. How’s that for a thought? Kind of absurd, but that’s the beauty, isn’t it?
You ever find yourself collecting pieces of time, like seashells? Each one a little capsule of somewhere you’ve been or something you’ve felt. We’re all just a little salty sometimes, remembering who we were and who the waves wanted us to be.
Echoes in the Foam Sands of Time Lost