This path has never been friendly. I have a feeling that it doesn't even care about you in the end. Not one bit. The punishing climb and jagged rocks that serve as handholds and footholds seem to support this.
We are ghosts still. Hungering to touch and be touched.
It will be another world once we start to bleed. with scenes familiar and strange; all beautiful at the same time. Would we choose to bleed.
And we keep on climbing while we take the time to decide. Strange purgatorial anticipation.
Will ghosts die if they fall.
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