The vulgarity of language underwhelms me. Blankly, I stare into the faces of others. What is language? I look to you, them, and I see nothing. I want to make tangible the fluidity and beauty of my mind. No. In the face of eternity I weep.
I stood there. Staring. A snow-capped peak stared back. I became exceedingly captivated. Captivated by the thought that he and I existed; Existed now. Existed here. Existed together.
I became a shell. A shell filled with explosive joy. And I could no longer become underwhelmed. Nor could I become whelmed.
I lived.
I will never believe in myself more, Never trust in Creation more, Never be enveloped in the stillness more Than I did in that moment.
