Start: 02/28/2016 End:02/28/2016
I rose today like any other. My eyes gleaned the metropolis revealed in day’s early light and my stomach wretched. This is not a home.
In a stupor, I find the sidewalk. Dazed, I shuffle northward until tripping upon a tree root risen through the cement.
I lay here now in the late afternoon. The sun is setting and my head rests now on that defiant bump in the sidewalk. My eyes are fixated on the mountain framed between twin buildings. It is only seen from here on the ground. I have found myself in a gallery, and this is the masterpiece.
Here I must go. I can hear the call. I do not fear nor gall, simply feel and bawl.
The mountains are calling, and I must go.