heights Rasputine{Vermelha} When here bellow everything How hollow my existence becomes Glancing through the window I feel those mountains beckoning me Alluring me to an isolated escape Some den where I can shelter myself in And flee from oppression That smothers and depresses And how easy it was before How soothing everything used to be There was always something missing Yet that was still the only comfort left Amongst those woods in the tallest peaks There was some form of gleaming hope A new beginning lied Facing a tall pine tree Catatonic by beauty and truth I would only see glimpses of it As it would burst out of trance And rise high into the twilight sky Waving with crimson rays of light And assuring me that I would be fine One day it found other rightful paths And abandoned this disarray To find some worthier aim Since then the palette of warm colours died And gave place to the dramatic state of nature And I wonder if remaining here Is better than to stop clinging to it And run to where I can float amongst the stars And pretend that I am still alive. 000913 ... typhoid overcome your fears become them 001121 what's it to you? who go blather from