We were all having a hard time adjusting to the abnormality that surrounded us.
But for once, we felt a little more liberated than the last time we decided to step sideways. It was breathtaking, there on the ridge. Metaphorical clarity; sharp physical resemblence. The braided fabric swung low, nearly kissing the rocks below. Such was our life. I suppose we grew up a little on the outside. I suppose everyone grows up a little on the outside.
Little by little. We surveyed the broken glass at our feet. We had not been the first here. Someone else had felt insurmountably small here along the scenic pass that seemed to carry us swiftly everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Someone else had found their way. Above, there was a tiny hole in the sky. Maybe it was a tear in the universe. Could have been a tear in ours. Maybe we fathomed everything.
We were all just having a hard time adjusting to the abnormality that surrounded us.
That was all.
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