That day—I sat the Indian style,
on the moist grass in front of a yellow, cold beam.
I was in control, in silence facing the dying light
yellow, red, orange—they seem to slowly fade.
Streak, seeping through my eyes trying not to blink
wanting to see everything from here, to now
I need to see everything.
Slowly, the sun goes down the beam fading
I am fading.
- raytsdc (8/20/05)
[fragments of thoughts...]
...he was smiling the whole time while i talk. like a smirk that he tries to hide whenever i notice him. he was good at hiding. but he can never fool me. not this time. i knew the reason behind those smiles. heck, i really wanted to smile back.
...sometimes, i get (really) affected by what other people have to say about me. how can i not? they expect too much.
...i am climbing the mountain not to swank. while others need the adventure, i need this for my own privation. adventure only comes second. plus, what's better than climbing a peak with your best buddy, right? the only person who (i think) knows me best.
...i won't be in the office for a few days. i am off to the south again. so, no update until then.