Can't get it out of my Head
Under the midnight sky, the ocean shimmered, a fractured mirror of moonlight. From the depths, the Ocean's Daughter emerged. Not real, yet more real than anything I had known before. She moved with the water, calling my name. It was not a sound I heard, but a feeling within my soul. The shoreline, a ghost of a place, dissolved into mist, leaving only fractured images behind. My ship’s tattered sails whispered secrets I couldn't quite decipher, accusations I could never answer. And in the moonlight, I became unmoored. The tide pulling not at my body, but at something deeper, a thread of understanding unraveling. I knew, with a certainty beyond knowing, she wasn't a memory, but a guardian. And as the night grew still, I understood: I wouldn't escape her, because I was already gone.
She was the current...
and I was the sea.
Can't get it out of my Head
Under the midnight sky, the ocean shimmered, a fractured mirror of moonlight. From the depths, the Ocean's Daughter emerged. Not real, yet more real than anything I had known before. She moved with the water, calling my name. It was not a sound I heard, but a feeling within my soul. The shoreline, a ghost of a place, dissolved into mist, leaving only fractured images behind. My ship’s tattered sails whispered secrets I couldn't quite decipher, accusations I could never answer. And in the moonlight, I became unmoored. The tide pulling not at my body, but at something deeper, a thread of understanding unraveling. I knew, with a certainty beyond knowing, she wasn't a memory, but a guardian. And as the night grew still, I understood: I wouldn't escape her, because I was already gone.
She was the current...
and I was the sea.