it’s very tranquil up here, no cool or hot wind blowing,
just a limitless projection of what has been, and what will come.
the past.
the future.
the present only exists because we do,
we are the personification of the current.
as i stand atop here alone,
i realize,
there is no point of being here with nobody to hold,
to talk to,
to look at,
to exist with,
i regret reaching this point but their is nothing i can do until this spot is taken from me.
it could take seconds, or eons, and i have no choice but to embrace the patience.
to embrace my mistake.