I sat frozen
to ice age glacier
staring at the sunlight
glinting off my crampons.
At seven thousand meters,
the sky is black not blue,
you can't breathe,
it feels like you're
gonna have a heart attack.
Clouds swirled around me
like ghosts whispering
a cosmic-language
before disappearing
into the jet stream,
leaving you
in a dream-like state.
Some locals tried
to sell me a blunt
in the thin air
up there
& I refused.
I didn't need the ****
I was already hallucinating.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
I sat frozen
to ice age glacier
staring at the sunlight
glinting off my crampons.
At seven thousand meters,
the sky is black not blue,
you can't breathe,
it feels like you're
gonna have a heart attack.
Clouds swirled around me
like ghosts whispering
a cosmic-language
before disappearing
into the jet stream,
leaving you
in a dream-like state.
Some locals tried
to sell me a blunt
in the thin air
up there
& I refused.
I didn't need the ****
I was already hallucinating.
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