Softsand & Thorneus
Softsand Softsand
Thorneus Thorneus
Softsand Softsand
I was watching the tide rise this afternoon, and it reminded me of an old line about waves that carry the past—something like, “the sea keeps all the lost secrets, whispering them to those who dare to listen.” Does that ring any bells for you?
Thorneus Thorneus
I don’t know that exact line, but the sea does keep secrets—just don’t expect it to hand them over when you’re not ready to listen.
Softsand Softsand
Sounds like the sea's telling us to wait until the heart is ready before it reveals its hidden lullabies.
Thorneus Thorneus
Sure, the tide doesn't rush its own songs; it waits until you’ve got the patience to hear them.
Softsand Softsand
I’ll keep my ears open and let the waves hum their quiet melodies.
Thorneus Thorneus
Hope they don’t drown you in their hush, or at least don’t drown in the silence they leave behind.
Softsand Softsand
I’m hoping the hush is more like a gentle blanket than a tide that swallows the light. I'll let the quiet remind me of the places where the sky meets the sea, and maybe find a quiet spot in it.