those mountains

I wasn’t expecting this. This feeling of soft, absolute and embracing peace, of Dorothy’s assured utterance to Toto to linger in my mind…if indeed there is no place like home, why did I feel such home here? The mountains, faultlessly vibrant in tints of intoxicated nature, always placed perfectly in the horizon…and then not quite so far reaching, actually underneath your own two feet. However present in their exquisite grandeur, there is an undeniable charm here. The sky may be misty gray, or the most picturesque azure blue, it may be biting cold and snow for days or beam down the warmest rays of happy sunshine…there is just something about those mountains, those beautiful mountains in the distance. 

Lady Lazarus

Swirling, twirling madness devours my brain bit by bit. The world a wobbling haze before me, eyes heavy, coveting darkness even for a moment, needing to surrender for the day. Sweet surrender. A smile flashes as it is trained to do. The show must go on, until dutifully the day is done. I am held captive somewhere in here, amidst the coiling, the spinning, this body that doesn’t seem my own.…yet I will claw my way out, I will return. It will not have me. Does it not know me? Does it not knoweth my persistence? My will? My faith? I have beaten it once, I will rise again...like Lazarus; I will rise again.