Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
have you read
ahnaf abrar
the site i am dreaming
is everyoneback on tumblr now
isaac
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
no longer writing in the third person
so at the end
brb i will read and reply sincerely
we can only engage in such a way
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
isaac newton