Have you ever thought of the sky and sea and see the boundless you and me?

The two, separated by the horizon, always touch but never tango. They tiptoe around unwavering lines, trying not to be more than halfway. Lying parallel, they play, with color reflecting from one, or is it the other?

But when night falls, and the world becomes quiet, you could not tell the two apart. The darkness merged the sea and sky as the sun slipped away. In the places where darkness screams the loudest, where you can see the two tango, they intertwined gracefully. Stars become buoys and seafoam turns to clouds. Their expanse doubled in those moments, and it almost felt as if the land became islands floating in air.

Let us be our own together and both infinite and endless, apart. Let us silence darkness with dreams as it sighs under the weight of impossibility realized.