Have you ever felt the quiet loneliness beneath the starlit sea, where every wave whispers a story only the solitary soul can hear?

I grew up in Brooklyn, son of a mixed heritage, where silence was louder than noise. This is for those who navigate life not by chasing wins, but by listening—to the rhythm of waves, to the glow of distant lights. I write what my mother doesn’t say when she calls at midnight: that solitude isn’t empty, it’s sacred. Let this be your compass.
Have you ever felt the quiet loneliness beneath the starlit sea, where every wave whispers a story only the solitary soul can hear?