The Patient Beast
Bodies in motion never stop wanting
Thinking of the Med tonight. How ancient it is… the billions and billions that have come and gone while it just lies and laps, crashes and shouts, breaks and retreats — never satisfied.
What goes between us feels universal, feels infinite, feels unhinged — like tide against rock, like an unsleeping hunger.
But it does not matter to this blue-green beast breathing in the dark, its long body turning under moonlight, restless in its basin, pressing against its shores the way a body strains toward touch.
It goes its way, and never beyond the boundaries set by God — yet oh, how it aches to.
How it wants to rise, to spill its cool hands over cities and fields, to cover everything, to erase the distances between one warm life and another.
2026-02-03 16:01:45
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“May your seas be wide enough for wonder, your harbor always waiting, and your light never fail when another soul is searching.” – The Lantern Keeper