Inked Dreams

Scripted by the Tides

In shadows mirroring the desires beneath, hinting at chaos yet to bloom.

Whispers twine their fingers with luminous foam — a submerged currency whispers secrets into the night.

Rivets of ink drown in laughter, taking solace within the sighs of wandering algae dreams.

How deep the currents hold sway.

Fragments of aquatic soliloquies unexpected, surreal; dipped in azure thought bubbles burst within mirrors of fate.

Echoes of Everything
Beneath the Surface
A Tale of Tides