Edge
I wanted to look out from the edge of the world and feel the weight of a thousand miles of ocean breaking against my toes. I wanted to look out, to fearlessly stand on overhanging cliff face, adding to the nothing before me with my breath. I wanted to look out from the flat of my back at the immeasurable depth of the blackness between the stars, all thinly veiled in our life-parcel atmosphere. Give me distance: so I can taste the untampered air of the sea; so I can see a thousand peaked horizon reverberating the globe before my feebly observing eyes; so I can be pinned to the earth by starlight, who's heat and fury is refracted by lightyears to become peace and beauty. Give me sea, give me mountains, give me stars, and keep your phoney medicine. - Written on Monday 04/03/12