Sweating it out in the desert.
Mountainside traveling introvert
Desert wanderer, but sticking to the path
Heavy ponderer, feeling my body’s wrath
What do these moments mean to me?
What are these moments meant to be?
Can’t think of much more than putting one foot in front of the other, trying not to stumble.
Looking back at my own footprints, they’re the only ones up here, it must be a metaphor
Something breaks inside
Legs aching, I’ve arrived
Mountain summit junkie
Too busy looking down
I’ll figure it out later
Andrew/Borger/Writes 