So what is it that I miss being (more)..?
The temptations of scaling peaks or being just brilliantly unbridled... Or those vague memories of dreams that you swore by once and don't remember where you lost them. Like the faint musty smell of monsoon that makes your heart throb and your head headier still. Sometimes you want to carry somethings with you wherever you go and of course they are heavier than your back pack ... much heavier. Probably the song at the coffee shop that can be blamed for that relationship you wanted to grow old with... but was never meant to.
When that familiar wave thrusts against you, something inside you sinks. It pays to lock yourself in your world... it's beautiful... it's strategic - a tool of nature they call Preservation in Progression...
So far and not further... that's all I hear myself say each day and I know there's a long way to go for a long time ahead.
No pretense. Pure redemption ... that's all I seek.
