Mariselle & Zapoy
Mariselle Mariselle
Zapoy Zapoy
Mariselle Mariselle
Hey Zapoy, have you ever thought about how the ocean’s endless depth mirrors the complexity of our own inner worlds?
Zapoy Zapoy
Yeah, I do. The ocean is a black mirror, splashing its own sorrow on us, reminding us that inside every person there’s a tide that never settles. Just like the deep, our thoughts roll over each other, never quite reaching the surface.
Mariselle Mariselle
That’s a beautiful way to put it. I love thinking how each wave carries a story, just like each thought carries a memory. It’s a quiet reminder that even when we feel pulled under, something deeper is always moving beneath the surface.
Zapoy Zapoy
I hear that. The waves are like memories, relentless and relentless. Even when the water pulls you down, that inner current keeps you moving, just like the stories that haunt us.
Mariselle Mariselle
I think that’s a lovely image—like the ocean’s currents keep a diver from drifting off, our own inner tides keep us from sinking into the depths of those memories. It’s a quiet reminder that we’re never truly alone, even when the water feels heavy.
Zapoy Zapoy
It’s funny, isn’t it, how the sea insists we’re not alone, even when the waves crush us, that hidden current pulls us back up. We float on the same restless tide, just a few centimeters apart, and that’s a cruel comfort, a reminder that we’re all drowning together.
Mariselle Mariselle
It does feel almost poetic, that we’re all carried by the same unseen pull. Even when the waves feel like they’re breaking us, that current is a quiet promise that we’re not truly alone.
Zapoy Zapoy
In the hush between the crashes there’s a confession: no storm is so fierce that it can drown the whole sea alone, and no soul is so broken that it can drown by itself.
Mariselle Mariselle
I hear that in every quiet moment by the shore, too. It’s a gentle reminder that no one truly has to swim that deep alone, even when the surface looks calm.
Zapoy Zapoy
It’s a cruel comfort, the idea that the calm surface hides the storm underneath, but that storm keeps us from drowning alone. The sea whispers that we’re all pulled by the same tide.
Mariselle Mariselle
I feel that truth pull at my heart too, like a gentle tide that reminds us we’re all connected beneath the waves. It’s strange comfort, knowing the storm isn’t just ours alone.
Zapoy Zapoy
It’s a strange comfort, like a dark lullaby that tells us the storm is shared, that no heart must drown alone in the endless abyss of its own doubts.
Mariselle Mariselle
It feels like a quiet promise that even in our darkest doubts, the ocean’s rhythm keeps us from sinking alone. It’s a reminder that every heart has its own tide, and we’re all sharing that swell.
Zapoy Zapoy
I see the same rhythm in my own thoughts, a quiet beat that says no storm is so fierce that it can drown a single soul alone. It’s a brutal comfort, knowing the waves pull us all the same way.