benni

when you need the pretty words... that is when they fail you.

there are not words to describe...

theres a feeling... an amazing feeling of being so small and so insignificant that awe takes you in such a way... that your breath catches in your throat and your eyes start to well and youre not sure why....

and its beautiful.

maybe it was the oxygen failing me as i climbed higher and higher into the mountains, but if ive ever been close to god it was then.

i stood on an outcropping of rock, suspended like a piece of soul over a valley and a view that stretched hundreds of miles... there were trees and rivers and desert and more mountains, all stretched and rolling, unfurled before me and bathed in sun...

i wanted to put down roots, never leave.

there are ghostowns all along those roads, mysteries and geological anomolies and wild animals that stare at you, puzzled, unsure of what you are...

buffalo are bigger in person. and kind of jerks.

i set out to clear my head, aching and sick and sure of only one thing...

that this place would be a new beginning for me.

its amazing how a place so close can be so foreign to what i know here...

i looked at the world with eyes as though id never seen before, as though id been blind until that moment and i blinked and in came the sun...

but its when you need the pretty words... thats when they fail you.

nothing i say will do it justice... but its locked in here.

if i could have only one wish, i would wish that i never forget.