Elevated, flat, but going nowhere for a while, or possibly ever.
I couldn’t have thought of a better word.
Traveled far and high, blistered feet, bloody knees only to stop, bottom out, flatten out, fade out into something that almost represented a mountain.
Can you imagine? The humiliation of almost being a mountain and settling as a plateau?
Yea me neither.
I couldn’t have thought of a better word.
Taking up a third of the Earth’s land, you must be something special too.
Fuck a mountain, I’ll be the plateau.
There’s space for the both of us.
