at the top of the world
i find myself staring up at the sky once again. up here, on this rooftop, i feel, alive. and free from all the troubles the world throws at me. somehow i feel them all melting away. and i'm not talking about love here. i'm beyond that. i have always been beyond mortal understanding. i am the wind.
up here.. i feel like... uh.. batman. yeah.. even if i am a woman.. i still find it comforting to compare myself with a man. no, i'm not a lesbian, not a tomboy, not a feminist.. for crying out loud.. ugh.. spare me.
i just think i kinda understand what it feels like.. being on top of a tall structure.. looking down on all the people.. on the entire city.. realising that, each and every single one of them has had their own share of problems. and that i am insignificant. i'm no hero, but the good news is, i don't have to be. at least not to those people. it is not my moral obligation.
but then again... what defines morality?
26th Day of the 1st Moon. Beyond words. Pride and Honor. Moonlight Sonata. A Letter to Elise. Blacks and Blues. Epiphany.
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