It’s in these days where I wish I had my own mountain top.
Somewhere, somehow in this lifetime, I wish I had somewhere to go. Not necessarily when I’m sad or angry. But for times when I need direction, a place to think, and a place to breathe. A place to call my own, where I see everything in my own perspective without someone standing by, trying to judge me. I want a place that only I knew.
Just a sudden thought, is it possible that I find my mountain top somewhere in me? Could I find it behind the walls of past disappointments, insecurities, lonesomeness, or feelings of hurt?
I just need to get away right now.