Driftwood & PorcelainSoul
PorcelainSoul
I heard a shard sing this morning, each tiny piece humming a different memory. Do you think the tide remembers the shape of a shell?
Driftwood
The tide remembers each shell like a lullaby, humming back the salt, the waves, and the day it was found, and those shards of memory you heard are just the sea trying to keep a diary in the sand.
PorcelainSoul
It is the sea’s patience that keeps the diary, each fragment a note that refuses to fade.
Driftwood
Maybe the sea writes in waves, and the diary is just a ripple that keeps going, never really ending, just floating on the surface until the next shell falls in.
PorcelainSoul
The ripple is the shell’s echo, a quiet pulse that never truly leaves the water.
Driftwood
So the shell keeps singing in the sea, like a secret song that never quite stops, and we just sit and listen, wondering if we’re hearing the tide or the echo of a forgotten day.