drifting along the hem of mountain roads

i found myself flailing for oxygen, floundering in a sea of self-doubt, throughout past twentyfour hours.

but there was a break.

the sun had already longset at 1120ish, and while everyone else in the van was already dreaming or halfway there, my fingers were leaving their prints on the window as my eyes strained to memorize the topography before me. the treeline silhouette had finally diminished and left me with lips parted and eyes wide in disbelief. there, dropped down over the edge of the road, a thousand and seven city lights quietly breathed amongst the darkness; an ocean of stars. i was stunned dumb. never before had i seen lights glimmering quite so strikingly; it was captivating.

somedays it's like i'm meandering through a minefield of dreams-
stepping gingerly, afraid of the potential below me. but when i "mis-step",
the explosion becomes God shattering my mis-guided concentration
with His unmistakable signature of beauty...
and im left to forget the physical and focus on the unseen.