2 Weeks.

In fact, i'm mistaken;


one week, living together.
that's all it takes to know a person,
what time he/she wakes up, his/her thinking habits, his/her typical reactions to situations, his/her way of life.

that's all it takes.

-----------------------------
i should have been sad-
i was, after all; the first time i remember the way my heart lurched as my eyes looked into the distance,
my limbs hanging stiffly from my shoulders, sitting on the back of the motorcycle.


(but) i've seen too much of it/this;
destroyed villages, flooded rivers, muddy banks, sad-looking vegetation,
my greatest fear is that if i don't find a place to engrave this;
somewhere deep inside, strong enough to withstand time,
strong enough to survive dementia,

i would eventually become densensitized.

i must,
i will,

remember this forever.
-----------------------------
Still it stands, destruction and beauty moulded into one;
Tall, strong, distant, yet-

quietly.

as if living simply just like anyone of us;
anyone of us.


how could i bear to hate a mountain?