mountains echo across the horizon,
retreating recesses of time.
to follow glimmering sunlight,
dancing orange yellow
a fractal, an illusion, not a being.
to stand on the peak, to be a ghost,
to be wondered about, but not to be.
in quiet moments, between breaths, i dream.
— aristhought 🏳️🌈🌸 (@aristhought) July 26, 2020