The moon [Theme] Page 2
Mathematics is harmony. Through numbers, I do not leave life, but on the contrary, I bite into it. I begin to comprehend the whole depth of this world. Our world is numbers, harmony. Here is the snow outside the window, the moon, people on the street... Numbers and harmony. And all are inseparable from each other, like pictures in puzzles. Music is mathematics. Love is mathematics. And sex mathematics.
Our pain, only having subsided, starts growing again.
On the full moon, werewolves turn into wolves. However, we all know very well that the full moon is just an excuse to release the wolf that has always lurked inside.
And yet, it is delicious ... Luna! I licked her. And that's why it exists!
Who said that comfort is cotton candy sheets, a fireplace where the fire melts, the full moon and the night sky, on which silver stars scattered like beads, tea light in a room that smells of spices and old books? Comfort is not a place and conditions, it is a little deeper, comfort is in you.
Do you know what I've been thinking about since then? I think you are my country. Or does it sound too weird? Without you, I have no home in this world - I am a tree with chopped roots; you can knock me down with the touch of your finger.
The moon and the sea are in special favor with man and nature.
My love, you are like a wave, thank you for the fragments that I was able to collect back and understand how to be unbroken again ...
That I take all the blows in the battle for you.
Lost child through the peephole of the door.
- And I want to know everything about you. Your every line, every dash. I want to know every part of you. Every beat of your heart.
The night was completely calm. The moon was hiding behind numerous clouds, almost not letting light to the ground, but the illumination of the street lamps was enough to make out the road. There was no fog on it.
The sun, moon and earth look like a circle, planets in space revolve in a circle, the wheel is round, as are the dome of the church and the wedding ring. The circle is a symbol of the soul: even Plato called it a sphere, and Mariana agreed with him. Life is also a circle, isn't it? From birth to death.
My strange essence ...
The moon does not shine alone.
