Upside-Down And Screaming

You are tall and grand and all that I ever wanted to be; I climbed your mountains, panning for gold, but all that I found was violets wreathed in ice. Underneath an overcast sky, clinging to your cliffs like a babe to her mother, I found some new perspectives in the folds and foothills of the valley below.

One: you are not as tall and grand as I'd wanted you to be.

Two: I am not warm enough to melt your frozen cliffs.

And three: my feet were much nimbler on the ground.


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Special thanks to `Reaper-X for the advice. I was complaining that my writing was lacking because I was thinking too visually. He suggested combining the two. Very inspiring. <3

I think I've got a few more attempts before the writey is back to par, but I like the results of this.

Concerning the photo--I took it about 6 weeks ago for a class assignment on "emphasis." In case you're wondering, I got an A.