And why are shadows always falling?
I just walked in front of the campfire and saw my shadow rise as tall as the pine tree. I was a giant.
I sat under the stars, somewhere deep in the Rocky Mountains, and cried for all of the things I'll never know...
Like what it's like to fly into a star and burst into flames. Turn to ash.
Or glow red hot from the inside like a log in a campfire that's been sitting there awhile.
Or grow roots and sway with the aspen trees when the wind blows over the mountains.
