Highest Heights

Enclosed, encased, enraged I’m full of despair. Enthralled, adept and brilliant I no longer care. On top of it all, on top of my game, I’m left here alone without any shame. The essence of being is to shuttle along while others competing merely carry a song. It’s more like a whisper a cry or a yelp reaching out to darkness for any sign of help. Longevity is in my genetics, it’s in yours too but in the end it can only be one of us two. Use what’s left to determine the possibilities or cancel out the individualities. Blend as one; unite an abundance of seismic activity, an impossibility to fuse such imperfection. Is this exactly what should be happening or needs to happen? Almost as if the earth became hollow and collapsed upon its self or expanded beyond its means. Beauty is currently being measured in a vastness of desolation, only judgmental within oneself. The once boiling blood has been cooling for decades; at such a slow process the crystallization is creating a solid mass. Longevity becomes more and more apparent and comprehension of these individualities will control our past, present and future. So rise to the heights and spread out those wings, take one last flight and glory it brings. To the tip of the mountain it becomes your own for hospitality has given a wonderful home. Shall it split a valley is found, the most efficient and stable ground.