[ we are the engineer ]

Jan 09, 2006 21:22

i stood on that building and looked out up and down and knew i need to fly faster.

rebuilding is a bitch. all of the sudden i'm fighting myself. i take that back. except for interaction with one person i am fighting myself. when i woke up on the same roof i knew i belonged up there. now i just need my own building.

there is a soul out there old enough to be my brother and from what i've been told i wish he was. is it irrational to feel close to someone you have never and will never meet. maybe it's just the times. it's for certain.

up past a cityscape full of the same hard, beautiful, and natural elements that surrounded him when he stood naked over the cliffs, here and now he stands on a skyscraper he has created, as if he has seized the elements and made them even more beautiful with his genius. just as he laughed at the beginning, scorning convention and reveling in his independence, so now, does he stand apart from the mediocrity of the world below him.

“there was only the ocean and the sky and the figure of Howard Roark.”
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