Not everyone will reach the summit.

Geez. My last post was on the second.
Where have I been all week?

... aligning the fuck out of my manifestation powers, biotch!
where else would I be...
of course... ya gotta watch your thoughts, yo
otherwise they give you exactly what you think...
yeah... about that.
those in the know.... know.

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This soul.
The one watching.
She sees the letters on the page, but is unable...
nay... unwilling to speak.
There's nothing for her to give.
Nothing she wants to anyway.
For the words would splash on your face
perhaps like spit.
or perhaps like a slobber.
or perhaps like the cold ocean.
and those would be your words.
Your words that couldn't see what you were given.
A splash of life and thrill.
of the kiss of love.
of the daring hand of the sea.

You would miss it.
Because you can't hear the moon.
And you can't feel the music.
And you can't see spirits.
You don't know her.

And you wonder why she stands patient beside you.
Wearing a mask... so as not to cause you suffering.
Wearing a cloak... so as not to blind you.
Killing herself... so as not to kill you.
No...
she stands there because she can't leave.
not that she doesn't want to.
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crazy crazy crazy
It's evident that you can't come with me.
Not everyone is able to climb.
Not everyone is able to find their way.
Not everyone is like me.
... and they don't have what they need... not yet
This is where one departs from the other.
The place of ...

Goodbye.