"thank you beruit"

mountains of krai

i go dancing in the night, when all the hopes i have are alive. by morning they will be dead as i search for what took my heart.

i climb through trees of sorrow, burning them behind me, never wanting to go home, never needed to be seen crying.

the bass will hit, the music wil pick up and in two seconds i will think of times, dancing in dreams in hearts in life and i will continue through your thoughts. the beat has picked up i am running through your valleys up the peaks i will plateau to find me fall off the edge i will then continue to run.

letters will be written from plain sight and hidden in mailboxes, they will sing through the visuals we someday may talk about. chitter chatter hearts speak fluently of love seeked, passed off and forbidden. we forget about loves the way we find new ones.

tongue in cheek...hidden in plain sight.....the death of boys before they become men, tricks a soldier taught me in the battle field.

i will send you postcards from my grave to yours, if you promise to dig me up if you get out of the ground first. i promise the same unmemorializing act to you.

then when unburied and ready we will run again. for all the clouds stars and tears we will run unbinded by social constraints or expected social behavior. we will take the beat of mount wroclai as our own and take the beat and breath. to dance live love and die all over again. and cry.