Altitude

is it all a game of chance

coincidence

faith or perseverance–

the rest is up to you

 

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outside

to be part of something

greater than the self–

friendship

 

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heart rhythm

sometimes it fluctuates

in the wrong direction

trying to find itself–

until it does

 

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Pinnacles

whoever said it’s lonely

at the top never studied

the details of solitude

 

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late at night

I can’t remember

your name

the color of your eyes

the sound of your voice

your touch

or so I keep

telling myself–

to forget

 

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there it is

we take it for granted

but every Spring

tiny buds

blossom into leaves

in the sunlight

from nothingness

to oxygen–

remember this

next time

you breathe

 

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golden

you smile

for no apparent reason–

I could learn

so much from you

if only

in the moment

 

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