Every little task, has huge stakes, if you let them grow…
Mountain
i was slipping and sliding
all over some ice outside today
and im not here for it
when does the skiing start…
the only way it stops
hurting
is for you to come back
to us,
and I know that won’t
happen…
I suppose it must have asked,
whether someone wanted to climb,
but the clouds above…
what would you attempt
if you had nothing to lose?
where would you go
if you weren’t trying to live…
The hiker looked up, and saw the peak overhead. It wasn’t the tallest they had ever reached, but it was a good one…
The thing about champions,
is that we only see a moment,
while they look back at us…
When you pile together,
all the ideas for stories,
and poems,
and music,
and work…
A green field,
hanging on the side,
of a mountain bold…
It’s cold for certain,
But there’s adventure out there…
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