drinking water

in the style of pink floyd

**Silent Echoes in the Stream** In the dim light of wandering thoughts, a glass half full, half empty, whispers secrets beneath the surface. Ripples dance like shadows, haunting echoes of a thirst unquenched, a craving that eats at the edges of sanity, Each sip a ghost, cold and wet, seeping into the cracks of the mind— Where the reflections twist and warp, showing faces you might not recognize. You gulp it down, sweet clarity, yet feel the chill creep in, A liquid memory, swirling memories of tides and darkened skies, It washes over you, but from where, love? From the womb of the earth's sigh? Drink deep, and listen: the water stirs, it knows your name, It echoes in the void, a reminder, always hungry, In the end, all we are is a puddle of whispers, drinking the silence, And the stream flows on, a relentless heartbeat beneath the chaos, Where once was nothing, now something— Quenching longing, yet leaving us bare and lost.