Exploring the mountains, I hit ups and downs; exhilaration, hard breaths. As I inclined the elevation my attention was to my sore muscles rather than the thrill. Flashbacks from a life I have no endurance for, I have been here so many times before yet I thought these times were gone for sure. I stared upon the smooth uneven folds, gentle planes of peach, strategic strokes. I begged, I prayed, I clashed with the tepid lake, relentless rapids. I find childlike naivety in the wind; it is a mosquito about to wander the fibers of my web. Cold emerald judges gape back at me. Where have you been my friend? As I lose my footing, she tumbles away. Where are you going? I scramble to catch up with her, only ending up face to face. Too much time has gone passing me by, never letting me relive it. The silence is so loud; the water so deep. Why won't you speak? I reached out to her. I glare through the hopeful ripples curiously searching.
To ponder one's self is to dig in deep; it is there it always has been. I hope I acquire customary to this numbness, if not I hope it is just a fragment of metamorphosis and not just alteration. My reflection was just another one of my deceptions. The appearance of an absent adolescent, one I was formerly acquainted with and never hope to meet again. I feel the strength I have acquired like a stitched up cut; my forte is a metal chain. I ogled at my echo in the distant water. The stillness was amplified.