lives of apathy, crimes of passion
life at basecamp gets boring when the little part of you that is prone to start fires
craves the summit
play safe, always play safe. you mustnt lose control.
posess it. earn it. save it. become it.
the highest end in life is to control every iota of your existence.
so you wander through your moderated wasteland and try to ignore the pretense.
in time those other shelters and bivouacs become part of an elaborate landscape
fluorescent stones growing on a himalayan plane.
do you feel pangs of guilt? do you see me spewing my elitist rhetoric in your direction?
i would hope that is not your reaction.
this is my story, my coming to terms with reality. we all have our own pages to fill.
but so much time spent in safety causes danger to look quite attractive, really.
there is danger on rock faces, wilderness nights and cliffs. I have heard it said that the fastest route to the ground is rarely the best one.
So i leave the relative safety of the communal tit, and pick my own path up.
There is more to being scared than just shitting in your pants for a breif moment
after which you run back to your friends and inform them of your grand acheivements.
The feeling of feeling, and really taking a good look at your own self.
craves the summit
play safe, always play safe. you mustnt lose control.
posess it. earn it. save it. become it.
the highest end in life is to control every iota of your existence.
so you wander through your moderated wasteland and try to ignore the pretense.
in time those other shelters and bivouacs become part of an elaborate landscape
fluorescent stones growing on a himalayan plane.
do you feel pangs of guilt? do you see me spewing my elitist rhetoric in your direction?
i would hope that is not your reaction.
this is my story, my coming to terms with reality. we all have our own pages to fill.
but so much time spent in safety causes danger to look quite attractive, really.
there is danger on rock faces, wilderness nights and cliffs. I have heard it said that the fastest route to the ground is rarely the best one.
So i leave the relative safety of the communal tit, and pick my own path up.
There is more to being scared than just shitting in your pants for a breif moment
after which you run back to your friends and inform them of your grand acheivements.
The feeling of feeling, and really taking a good look at your own self.