my diurnal hike entwines me daily into the overpowering forces of uniformness and invariability. as my weakened foot slips the mountains crumble and I am inevitably crushed by the boulders of fear. my diminutive voice as it screams for help is not heard, for the wind has ensared it my frame loses it's strength, my body becomes limp, and I see what I am: nothing more than a carcass strewn onto the rocks. I now realize what I could have done, but I no longer have the opportunity. should I have taken the step? placed myself in vulnerability to get my well deserved moment of glory? or was I right secluding myself from the world?
Reason for writing:
to let suppressed feelings escape
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