Over and over and over again. I climb my way up just to fall back down. I’m tired. So tired. Just for once I want to stay at the top. Where the wild flowers flourish and the sun warms my skin. It’s so cold here at the bottom. A ravine I’ve grown familiar with. I want to learn the sky. To be one with the birds and stars. Mud is caked under my nails and smeared through my hair. I've befriended these rocks that support my fall. But I want more than the chill they offer.