You rode so many miles man frnd.. that when u spoke of them, i tried imagining how much more would they be from both my arms stretched apart. for i have never known of miles the way you have. i have only read of their connotations in stories where lovers part.

and when you reached over the mountain, looking down at the endless abyss, i heard drums rolling and thought to myself..." One leap and he will cross over into the chasm, we all want to go after death.."

i thought i'd never see you again.