It’s the silence I crave,
There’s chaos in stillness,
Yet I wish to be beckoned
By the waves that hit the shore,
Their whispers a distant echo of things I’ve known.

Each ripple holds a secret,
A soft promise of release—
To let go of the weight of thoughts
And sink into the rhythm of the sea.

The shore waits, unwavering,
Yet restless in its quiet,
The tide returning with the same longing,
Crashing, pulling, and retreating.

I stand on the edge,
A wanderer between worlds,
Listening to the quiet storm inside,
Wishing to be claimed by it all—
The silence, the chaos,
The waves that wash it all away.