Some nights, the tide rises inside you without warning. It’s not the sea you can see — it’s the one you can feel. A flood that whispers and roars at the same time, pressing against the edges of your strength. You count the seconds between waves, wondering if the shore still remembers your name. Somewhere far away, the moon leans closer, the wind holds its breath. And you — you stay, because the night will not last forever. Even storms have to rest. --------------- And if my seas feel too deep for you — know that I am still learning to sail them without sinking anyone. I only ever wanted to exist quietly, like the tide — returning, retreating, but always alive.