Letters West

“I have stood on great mountaintops and felt my immortality; I am one being of land and sea. There is no sound but my heart and wind expelled from countless souls filtered to the very breath of illusion. How you shift beside me; our separation is like a devastation into the still of unquiet and my soul burns from such disconnection. Tell me these messed sheets are not much like peaks and trees, where many souls wander and bring the breaking to my knees...”