Breath hitching,
Legs twitching.
Step by step,
Climbing uphill.
Mind fogs up,
Body moving against my will.
From the base I saw a goal.
Reach the summit.
Now scaling this mountain,
All I can see is the plummet.
I hate standing still,
I know falling would hurt,
But pushing upwards is pointless.
At the top I see it all,
Every direction, a way to fall.
I don't remember why I climbed.
Brain dead from going so high.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 1:01 PM UTC
Breath hitching,
Legs twitching.
Step by step,
Climbing uphill.
Mind fogs up,
Body moving against my will.
From the base I saw a goal.
Reach the summit.
Now scaling this mountain,
All I can see is the plummet.
I hate standing still,
I know falling would hurt,
But pushing upwards is pointless.
At the top I see it all,
Every direction, a way to fall.
I don't remember why I climbed.
Brain dead from going so high.
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