in the wild,
winds are stronger.
tall grasses
blow in the distance across the lake.
the mountain a shadow of itself
as the ghostly fog crawls across the water
towards me
like questions seeking answers I don’t have.
this world, a muted blur of reality
as I sit
watching
this moment,
a landscape of truth.
there are questions
but no finite answers
other than death.
embrace the landscape,
live.
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