At least I have the flowers of myself, and my thoughts, no god can take that; I have the fervour of myself for a presence and my own #spirit for light; and my spirit with its loss knows this; though small against the black, small against the formless rocks, hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass. #HD #guitarlake #highsierratrail https://www.instagram.com/p/BnFR3QdhBQ7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1g83zu8a7nu55








