Eight thousand feet into the sky
I feel like myself again
I can breathe the air here
There’s paint on my arms again
Where it belongs
Perpetually staining my skin
Seven thousand feet into the sky
I leave everything behind me
I am free and calm and relaxed here
Music harmonizes with my heart and the mountains
The sound the wind makes as it caresses the trees
Six thousand feet into the sky
I am as tall as the towering trees
And I’m looking down their vast frames
The world around me spins a moment
I experience the same feeling you get when you
Stand near a lot of tall trees and look up
You lose your balance and you’re falling
But you’re not, you’re fine
I realize I’m not just as tall as the towering trees
I am one of them
Five thousand feet into the sky
I am in the fog, the fog that’s kissing the trees, trees, trees,
And the road ahead is fading into smoke
I am a bird's eye
Staring through the fog at the trees and beyond
An eagle's eye
I can see well through the fog
Turning
We’re dancing a duet- we’re doing right now
In this car
Three thousand feet up
Coming down off the mountain and suddenly we’re
back
in
Civilization
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 4:14 PM UTC
I like to think back fondly on things in my life, and then reminisce when things were difficult.
You're not just the boat tossed at sea or the shore, you can be both.
We create dichotomy because it's easy, but not everything is right or wrong, black and white. It’s full of weird stipulation, washed out, and grey.
Life is simpler when we can say,"these people are like this and others are this way."
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC