Taking time to consider every dimension on it’s own merits and accepting facts instead of seeing wrongly.
Feeling cold and empty, watching majestic mountains pass before me, thinking they’re just like me, cold and empty.
Yet, they’re not, I feel their warmth in the sun, their fullness as every type of cacti and animal lives upon them.
How different it is than my perception of it.
Walking on, feeling at one with the many mountains I see, now knowing how really different we are.
attempting to be a positive forcein it’s circumference.
Carrying me onto a ship being held expressly for my self.Looking forward to exiting the final harbor of my soul.
Thoroughly feeling the stress being vanquished byclassical music I’m listening to while writing.
Letting me be myself, giving insight beyond ordinarycomprehension.Reliving experiences, seeing new angles never lookedat before this.Relying solely on beautiful visions as they escapeand run rampant through leaves of my existence.Carrying voices through the years, discerning everyparticle of entreaty that alights upon the table ofmy memory.
Stretched wider with allpeople who’ve been kepttogether with your intensedesires to be close forever.Settling into a regime ofearly retiring of life’suntimely ends.
