I'm standing here looking down. It's beautiful out, and I'm thinking this is it this how life is.
It's real. And I can physically feel everything for what it is.
The bumps on my arms and legs, the dryness on my cheeks.

And I can see everything for what it is.
No filters, lens caps or flashes.
I can see the sky winkling and
the water glittering.

And if a man were behind to wrap his arms around me,
it probably wouldn't be to my benefit.

This is life.
Constant motion.
Constant beauty.
Cold, obscure and cleansing.

But soon I'll be back to the city.
Where city lights hide the stars,
and night isn't as dark as it once was
even with my eyes closed.