Day 5

Taken from the grip of this earth, taken from the grip of you, I want to be grasped by the ocean and held under till I breathe silently in the waves. I want the water to drown me in its love. The ocean is a person who doesn’t know his own strength and I want to be best friends with the ripples of its vast knowledge. Taken from the grip of its current, taken from the waves of time, I want to be swung from the highest mountain, I want to be frozen with awe and taken to another world.  I want to be crystallized and blinded by the sun reflecting off of the walls of ice and snow that grasp on for dear life to their source of strength. Taken from the steep slopes, taken from the dangerously high mounds of rock, I want to be flung into the dessert. I want to sleep in its warm arms and learn the secrets of its past. I want to sweat with amazement and be stunned with fear. Taken from the dunes of life, taken from the sands of gold, I want to be to be wedged in between freedom. I want to feel what nobody else has felt before.