been set in their ways. since the beginning of time, the moon has been pulling and pushing the tide. who is this lowly rock to tell the moon that it’s wrong?
the rock, though it may take time, will smooth over. the rock will have perfect edges, and will not draw blood from those who stand up on it. will not speak unless spoken to, will not breath till the waves allow it to. the bird will hum the tune of it’s people now.
the spindle of life is still turning. as humans, we see something sharp and we must touch it. no matter how many times we are told not to 