Haze & PirateZone
You ever think the ocean at midnight is like a guitar in the dark, just waiting for someone to pluck it?
I’ve felt that midnight sea humming too, like a guitar string that’s waiting for a hand to set it free. If you’re ready to pluck it, we’ll hear the ocean’s song.
If the sea’s humming, maybe it’s just echoing back the silence in my chest. I can’t promise I’ll pluck it, but I’ll try to listen with the same patience the waves need.