Riddle Me Daily

I drift between two anchors...

I save mouths from ink...

I eat myself to stay alive...

Wrong steps ring tiny doorbells...

When the day closes its eyes...

I journey without footsteps...

The air smells like rain that forgot weather...

I wear a face with no eyes...

When I'm gone, people celebrate...

A mind with its lights on...

A squid’s autograph...

I answer every face without learning a name...