I wouldn’t trade a dark and bright starry night for anything. The higher, the better.
And the moon – in all its cycles – is resplendent.
And I asked
myself why certain themes keep playing themselves over and over in my life.
The Broken Record.
(It’s been a fucking Greek Tragedy.)
Just when I get to the exact moment where I experience a sense – a possibility – something turns, and I have to start all over again.
Imagine having communicated with another so deeply in a spatial, intellectual, literal, spiritual and emotional sense – multi-dimensional…
And this has been one of the things to do in this life, right? One of the most important goals on the list. And then you suddenly feel it happening and you may not trust it because you think it may be a trick – as you know by now, you should, right?
It totally sucks.
The beauty of sitting on a balcony by the sea, with the lazy waves come and crush the shore –
Nope. Wouldn’t trade that for anything.
