The distant mountains
The mountains. You dont know why but you know you have to go there. As
you start up the first slopes you try and remember were you are and
how you got there but it feels as if al your memories have drifted in
water and got damaged.
Vague images and pointless
words danced behind your eyelids. As you walk you start to feel the
strain on back and the burn in your lees. You reach a steeper rock
outcrop and look back one last time before clambering futher up the
mountain.
