the air was so thick, it swallowed me.

so i never knew the depth and growth of longing. until then. wait, i don't think i have fully comprehend. but i think i know better. or so i think.

i think i have been doing too much thinking.

and it was about how one could be continuously on its edge as it still strive to keep the blood pumping for the sake of making the edge last just a little bit longer, thus you could continue calling this present the moment. with the view on the edge - in which was shared in the most incomprehensible kind of way and would eventually kill anyone of us anytime with its condensed air - who wouldn't want to see it? even when the condensed air gives us all the overwhelming dizziness of being on top of a mountain. the oxygen gets thinner and you feel the thickness of the air chokes your throat. but seriously, after a long hike towards the peak - or pinnacle, or even the field of edelweise or savannah; whatever suits you better- don't you think you would bear all those torture of gasping, as long as you could forever capture the view you see up there?

i never hike, you tell me.