It’s good to spend some time by myself sometimes to remind me every once in a while why I spend all of my time with you.
(Source: thecolorjess)
And thus you will dance to your death here, on this hilltop, at the end of the day. And in your last dance you will tell of your struggle, of the battles you have won and of those you have lost; you will tell of your joys and bewilderments upon encountering personal power. Your dance will tell about the secrets and the marvels you have stored. And your death will sit here and watch you. The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you will look at the sun, for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming, and then your death will point to the south. To the vastness.
The rolling hills
Over the valley
Immortal
Jess Roberts
Do you remember immortality?
How it felt to never feel?
How much less you cared for everything?
How much more you craved what’s real?
The way forever felt so absolute
And loneliness so true.
But now you wish to be immortal
For man’s mortality is cruel.
(Source: thecolorjess)
