Looking up at the world i see before me. looking up at every specific detail on that blade of grass. the grooves, the colors, the life. the colors that surround me, showing me life and death. walking through it all... shows me a maze. maze of life? maze of death? maze of concentration? then one day i find myself traveling on the concrete. never have i felt so small. never have i felt so out of place. a world i have never seen before. an adventure that never once crossed my mind. the road is soo long. and i thought the grass would never end! let me call this the rocky terrain. the alps., mt. everest.
i realize now that there are continuous explorations, adventures, and oppurtunities. yet there are soo many roads to travel, and i never know which one to go down. good or bad? for years now i have traveled through these blades of grass. they showed me treacherous conditions, and yet some expeditions contained utter serenity. soo many years of this. then one day i found myself a new road. losing one adventure, but in turn gaining another. so do i continue towards the rocky mountains, or do i steer back towards the blades of grass? so far the rockies aren't too bad. but lemme say... i will miss every one of those blades, whether or not i like them......