from_infinite_heights pete i regard what happened in the light of what it meant to me at different times over the past month. each angle draws me further from the initial emotions, lush in their overtired exagerations and safeguards, towards a shining statuette of lady beatrice, fighting rust as it lays in a muddy puddle. i still wonder, though i've loosened the attachments and allowed the mysteries to remain thus. but still, but still. from infinite heights i look on in sadness, no longer needing any reply, no longer really wanting one, but still wondering as each day goes by, still remembering select moments, of softness, of icy coldness, dead gazes, living smiles, and all the connections and rejections formulated in a mind slowly realizing itself lost. and in that realization, which was sown early and noticed, then nurtured, as time passed, i've found the comfort needed to reject and reassess thoughts, beliefs, and personalities. there lies the ability to adapt, the microcosm of the species' ability to evolve over time. where once darkness would come, now from beneath the cover of a naive renewal light stretches towards the heavens and the fallen souls ascend to their place among the gods. to live watching the worlds from infinite heights. 050818 what's it to you? who go blather from