because I’m too tired to rhyme now.
With all this time I spent alone, my head wad my greatest companion. The fog on the mountain teaaached me to understand what it means to live in the moment. Not being able to lose yourself in the great view of astonishing summits, but to enjoy the little circle of sight around in all of its beauty and uniqueness. To inhale the cold air, feel the rain dancing on your face. Every step taken creates a different picture which was never seen before. The fog concentrates the feelings, focred to face the complexity of a smiles‘ background music, creating the blur of time, of destination. Reaching the tunnel of pure self reflection, loving this war between numb- and happiness, watching it excitedly, not knowing the outcome. Still too complex to narrow it into words. The fog created all of these unspoken worde while remaining so unenjoyed aand calm.
Like my thoughts, I’m missing the words to write a poem, wo I wrote this letter.
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