posted on Jul, 27 2016 @ 06:08 PM
I walked where i felt at home, where i asked to be left alone.. Where the rivers flow and mountains have snow.. The peaks of each mountain could
almost touch the sky, maybe once they were sung as giants on a lullaby..
Someone once told me;" Mountains can never touch, but humans can ".
I raised my eyes to the stars at night and for travellers once its been their only candlelight through the treacherous valleys below they just hoped
to stay alive for another tomorrow..
So i took my pen and paper and wrote ;" Stars can never touch, but stories can"