you are the lighthouse, the seamark. the tempests created this tide. I’m pulled to the black silver ocean, where the current and the heavens collide. you are the brick, I am so unpredictable, led by the current away. your solid stage is so necessary to all those who stray. you are the navigator who never could lead; we were lost in the silver sea. I was the ship who was too proud to ever sink.
I am your thought but the water’s amnesia. my name’s on the tip of your tongue. my image is slipping, but your memory is gripping it - this is my breath in your lungs. you are the navigator who never could lead.
echo, my voice is an echo of places I don’t know, and stories I’ve been told. echo, we are all connected, a lighthouse, a voyage, for history’s sake, will you please take notice?
THE HUSH SOUND - Echo
you are made of sugar, milk, and molasses
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