I'm on a mountain. Faraway from everything. A remote and singular destination in the back of people's mind. Not in the world, but around. Not of it, but related to.
From a perch I see everything and nothing all at once. The view far reaching and yet too distant to see anything. There's not a single way in which I can breach the gap. I've stayed up here too long anyway and I've frozen to death.
The night offers solitude over my cold body. The moonlight still doesn't fail to wake me yet warmth it will not offer. That's ok. I die faster during the day. Isn't that surprising?
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