The mountain calls to me, demands my presence, I meet its gaze.
Me: What do you want from me?
Mountain: I want you to climb to the peak
Me: I can’t bring anyone else with me
Mountain: I do not ask of you to bring anyone else, in fact, you should leave them behind, now climb me
Me: No, I can’t just do that
Mountain: Whether you listen to them or listen to me, makes no difference but I know you, and you want to climb, with no safe pathway down, no net to hold you, you want to see from this height and this height alone
Me: What if I want off?
Mountain: Then jump, but know the ground awaits you, you are never free
I stand in its shadow.