#true sentence

[alibrt]

[p1lgrim]

So, it’s probably the moon,

I believe it, I believe if it can pull and push the earth so hard it washes the sea on the beaches day in day out then it can make waves in us that we can’t control and that never end and that go up and down sometimes high and sometimes higher and can wash up all sorts of weird stuff from the depths we can’t see and will likely never know. Is this why when you sit and watch the sea you feel a peace that comes from kindredness, an understanding, a fellowship, a breath of connection? A beach never looks the same but it doesn’t resist change and is always fascinating to explore. The moon did that. The moon did it all. Lie back on the swell and enjoy the ride. Well maybe not enjoy, that’s too much expectation unless you mean I will enjoy whatever the tide brings but enjoy suggests comparison and judgement and that way lies sadness and conflict, drowning.

The moon. A crescent beach, a star, light that isn’t light, darkness that if you wait becomes not darkness but a beautiful not-light that in the city you should weep for not ever seeing or knowing. Seeing the world by night’s light is a beautiful thing, like walking over the fields until you view the ocean or reading a true sentence or riding the ride like a surfer gliding with time over the moon’s rhythms and life’s ups and downs.

The clock ticks, our city lights block the moon but it still pushes and pulls me and I still worry about where and why. Tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, a cat howls.

[ricordognituosorriso]

Non ti illudere, che tanto non sei stronzo neanche la metà di me.

@ricordognituosorriso

[townsinthedesert-blog]

A simple hello could lead to a million possibilities.

Anonymous

[thedayitallchangedfuck]

Something is better than nothing

[elemeraviglia]

True story😰

[sumusboni]