Wonderful
It's harder to speak up hereThe air is paper thin, and it's softly cutting up my spine and lungs
Everything is crystalized; oxygen, land, sky.
My hair is whipped around my face, but I seem to feel nothing but freedom
I could fall if I wanted, I'd feel nothing
I could stand forever
I could fly
Sharp resolution
Like a freshly cut diamond
Dangerous precepices with an infinite view
posted by Unknown @ 8:07 PM
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