If my wild side overtakes me, then I just might choose to remain up there, forever, above the clouds, majestic and serene; detached from the chaotic, filthy lowlands.
When I was 5, Heaven was a lot easier to understand. It was simply up there, following me wherever I went. It was so close and natural. I was naive. Five decades later, it has become abstract and, at times, questionable. I now equate earthly happiness with it, the happiness which is becoming rarer in my life.
The mountain may yet reveal something to me. It calls.
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