Do people understand how much good there is to get?

It's easy to forget that you're alone, living in a hostel.
Easy to pretend you are not alone
Which in fact, you are not
at a hostel.

Being in public transportation explodes my alone identity
and gives it no release

Where is the line between separation and togetherness?
melting unity and stark unison
is Skin all it takes to keep one person from being another?
Does being in a body mean we are really by ourselves?

We are pulsing between who we want to be, and who we've beat ourselves up for being.

Even beauty becomes eerie when its all you see.
The mountain knows a thing or two about death

-Do you think the mountain feel stuck?
-Not in its timespan. In the mountain's time, it probably feels very momentary

yes.

I don't know which is greater, my fear of always
or
never
being alone.

.:.:.
Moment Picture 2

swiss pinwheels squeak
cable car wheels spin
2 girls on grass hill, talking
helicopter flying over
warm woods underneath jeans
invisible perfect weather
girl caressing paper pages
tinkling of swiss bells
water rushing river
pool balls sorting
wood heated hot tub heating, sending steam
cautious scratch of pen
walkers footstep up from cable car
strike of pool balls with scotch taped stick
shoulder length blond hair
canyons writing notebook.