I'm your penman
And your ship which has sailed over a thousand times
Where are you going?
Lord knows in nowhere you will find
Hello no one
Hello life and underwhelmingness of love
And hello to you my most newly begun
underwhelmingness - Not a real word lol
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.
In the face of eternity I weep.
I stood there.
A snow-capped peak stared back.
I became exceedingly captivated.
Captivated by the thought that he and I existed;
I became a shell.
A shell filled with explosive joy.
And I could no longer become underwhelmed.
Nor could I become whelmed.
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.
Glimpsing that skyline.
Staring down a mountain.
— The End —