Altitude


Heights, perceivable yet deprived.

Tells us where we are, doesn’t say where we came from. We like to be at the top, but fear to look beneath. Love flying higher but eroded by turbulent waters.

 Yes, I adore being out there but somehow get this feeling that blossoming flowers often forget the roots. 

the altitude. It isn’t what we see, it is what we don’t.

Published by lifeoholic

Flamboyance meets me, and I could be contagiously luring. It kind of comes off in my writing, as my stories of passion and indulgence unfold.

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