super rinds

On our way to long hikes and mosquito bites, for warm days and sunshine rays.

frozen

she doesn't care

about your

life.

she stands,

watching over the

i feel so

alive

when I don't

have to think about

life.

i am home.

these mountains don't care whether you live or die,

and sometimes that's the most beautiful thing about it.

she asked me to

guide her home.

but she didn't

known I've

been home all

look through the window she asks.

you pear through the glass and the world floods into your eyes while you breath in the stars.

you look back to her and smile.

thank you.

it flows across the surface like blood through my veins rushing quickly uncontrolled, unburdened winding through the endless expanse transporting the fluid of life.

or is it life itself?

there’s one thing to know about this globe, it’s bound and it’s willing to explode.

and that’s alright.

To the depths of all the lakes, to the cloud covered mountain tops,

my heart’s the bitter buffalo

How far does your road go? Oh no, you don’t know