Waves whisper secrets, the sand drawn into a tapestry, stitched with lingering fragments of laughter. Somewhere an echo lingers, lingering like remnants of dreams drowning in an ocean of oblivion—
A stone skips the surface, time dissolving. Yesterday's light refracted through oceans, holding infinity's gaze tracing the shadows of existential thoughts. Spin in the moonlight, feel the celestial dance drown you in grace?
Rhythms play like sirens, foam-tipped fingers cling and release. What will become of scattered thoughts carried deep beneath? Listen closely, the waves may breathe your name.
Imagine the colors of silence bleeding into the horizon—the caress of twilight makes all chaos tender, while clouds collapse into twilight dreams. Once familiar, now just a memory submerged where phantoms drift.
To the listeners behind veils of consciousness, am I a sound? A spark? Cotton-candy dreams, skipping stones across the surface—how easily it may fracture beyond reason, shattering and glimmering.