poniedziałek, 7 maja 2012

a mountain.

one time there was a mountain. a mountain that I became. 

little fascinations and little dreams, are so easy to happen. I am after a week in home, after climbing a mountain I dreamed about. I became that mountain, I became very strong wind, that was blowing trought the night, I talked to the trees, sitting alone in the light of full moon on the youngest grass. 
mountains are like ocean. firstly I needed to greet with it, next to realize that I am a friend of it. let go a fight that I unconsciouly wanted to take. gain a peak. and than beacame a mountain. 

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