Now.
We're sitting on a fancied plateau.
Were not on the edge.
But we're getting closer.
Inching closer.
The horizon seems too big to be real.
But, of course, it is.
Why wouldn't it be?
It's so grand.
It's what we want it to be.
Unreachable.
Unattainable.
Unchangeable.
We can change the way we perceive it,
but we can't change it.
That's what life is, you know?
A totality of changing perceptions.
To some; growing.
To others; phases.
To me; revealing.

2+5+1+2+5 will always equal beauty.