the coldest wind on my face.

i didn't read this after i wrote it.

up here in my triangular tower,

the wind breathes around me.

it lifts me up into the pale air,

i can feel the space beneath my body.

i could reach my hands out so far 

to touch the mountains,

use them as a place to grip

to force myself up 

to whatever is above.

Reviews

[wolfshrew]

if I could choose one way to feel for the rest of my life, this poem would be it.

[Isolophobe]

i find this beautiful, and I don't do that often with surrealism, but i did just now, and you only have yourself to blame/thank.

[Don't find me]

yes. i love it. it is the best place to be when you cannot sleep.

[celyn]

are you talking about the place where we drew the graphs?