In the depths of thought, the waves crash in whispers, seeking to pull me into their depths where echoes of laughter intertwine with the shadows of lost voices. They rise, cresting over the horizon of memory, their salty fingers clutching at the shore of yesterday, dragging grains of time back to the sea. Each wave a whisper, each tide a story untold, unbound by the gravity of the stars. I stand, watching the relentless dance, feeling the pull, the push, the rhythm of the universe in sync with the beat of my heart.
Beneath this azure expanse lies the weight of dreams, the unspoken wishes that drift like flotsam amidst the currents. They beckon, promising solace and sorrow in equal measure, their siren song an irresistible force. I am drawn closer, deeper, into the depths where light fades and silence sings its haunting melody. Here, the soul of the ocean breathes, yearning and longing, a reflection of my own unyielding heart.
Dive deeper Recall the tide