The feeling of being in the mountains
Is a dream of self-negation
To see the world without us
How it churns and blossoms
Without anyone looking on
It's why I've gone on and on
And why I've climbed up alone
But actual negation
When your person is gone
And the bedroom door yawns
There is nothing to learn
Her absence is a scream
Saying nothing
Conceptual emptiness was cool to talk about back before I knew my way around these hospitals
I would like to forget and go back into imagining that snow shining permanently alone could say something to me true and comforting