feet on the ground, feet of a bard, of thousand steps, love of the great, oh this sentiment,
the lamentation of a normal self, not the ending of an ending, not a failure of a failure, these imperfections make me the better.
space everywhere tells me to subdue the emptiness that was there before, to conquer the fears of an avalanche, from drop to landing, when no one is there to save you but your own self.
2017
chester maynes 