Trekking and Wrecking.




Trekking all the way up to the top.

Beauty is my legs falling asleep 

Beauty is the scratch and itch, not bother.

Beauty is watching the dry leaves wither.

Beauty is to touch the clouds and submerge into them floating.

Beauty is to feel every folds of my brain bloating. 

Beauty is to jump and feel myself wrecking.

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