Mid way up the mountain, I turned around. A solace breezed through the clouds, now older. This sudden amnesia covered in snow. This reoccurring season, was I ever changed. Now grown with age. The jagged edge between my fingers. I grew self conscious. An utter of silence hushed in the wind. I sought rescue without proper justification. The sights from here were breathtaking. Watching breath turn to frost. The cabin seemed so small from here. Elevated peeping down on a snow covered roof. All things considered I sought escape. Confined to a small place with the blaze of an fireplace. Quite funny how somethings change. The sloping feel of emotion. Feet scattering through ice regaining balance. I was ***** before the whole world. Standing there before the mountain let out a hard cough. Was I still the same.
Slipping off the ledge, Holding on while watching a field of snow rush towards me. I suppose the only reasonable thing to do. Is let go.