i want to stand on a mountain. i want to use my feet and my hands and my other god-given accidents. i want to scale a mountain and cross a treacherous river and delve into a dark cave, holding another’s hand… i want to walk away from what i’ve done wrong and run towards what i know i can do right. i want to make it to that untouched earth, that place where i can yell at the top of my lungs from the top of the highest hill and no one, not even god, can hear me.
i’m so tired of just sitting here. i’ll begin walking again. and maybe i will find home along the way.
