envisioned at the top

there are so many visions and distractions on the pathways to opulence or ruin. there are broken dreams and broken luck littered alongside the broken shining bottles on each road. a shining open light cascades from the top of the glittering steadfast mountains, and each chooses his own path. some burrow underneath the earth, and attempt to run through the caverns into the ever beating heart of the mountain, hoping one day to emerge from at the precipice, claiming a victory, no matter what the struggle took to begin with. others forge on the moral path of consciousness, attempting to scale through the sharp rock faces and grueling weather to possibly one day grasp the wonders envisioned at the top of that rock face. some attempt to mediate and find their own path through a combination of forces, at times flickering between the sun soaked paths and the shadow drenched depths, not unlike the movement of static on an old television screen. we all flow through the phases and cycles attempting to determine the right cause of action, and we hold back our breath and words to all but ourselves as we attempt to complete this course of action. we are too childlike and afraid to raise or rasped voices to one another and voice our plans, concerns, and faithfilled fears, petrified at the fact that maybe our words will fall on deaf ears, or not ring true enough with the others attempting this journey. somehow i have found that everything, the shining the pathway, the eternal complex of stars, is a vision inside of her eyes, a sea waiting to be navigated. i love her, she is the top of the mountain.