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Penning down the thoughts which swayed on the curvy road from Cody to Yellowstone National Park:
"As I travel through these prairies - the grassland, my heart sways along with it, which sits atop the painted rocks, spreading wings in the cool breeze. My heart..... - it is too busy capturing the moments, yet some voice calls from a distance like an invisible hand that is holding the string to a kite's flight.Why is it that I don't want to turn around and see, yet why do I still slow down, change course and stay alert to hear those calls?Why do the hills start bleeding colors while I try to close my eyes to return it back to it's original state? Why am I sweating though I am surrounded by the cool breeze from around the swaying trees? Why is my hair not set free to it yet?What is this voice which has such power to keep me in a vacuum while everything around me is calling to embrace in glee?Where else does my heart long to be or bring that source which is pulling me away from myself?Is it the spirit I left behind which is calling me back or is it someone else's convincing it to be mine - gliding and sliding through those mist clad mountains.... Are those mist clad just like my senses?Are those the real voices or the ghostly whispers begging you to look back, although you fight with your might to traverse through those rocky mountains? Would it be better if embrace it all, wear those as my badges on my shoulder as I make way into the wilderness??"
Somethings are better left for perceptions and this is one such place, I would love to learn of various interpretations/situations you can play with.
