i am in my state of mess.
my worries clashing my understanding.
i felt like letting go, of all reality.
to leap. into this wide valley between.
but i chose to stand high on the peak.
watching the light and the dark of dawn and dusk.
i scream my pains at the top of the world.
at an altitude so high, high above the clouds, i wonder, if anyone in this world would have ever heard.
rather, i doubted anyone in this world would have heard.
am i, the only mountaineer in this range.
Labels: expression, memory
