Mother Earth Stop Stalking Me

Blood sweat and years… To get here…

From the top it’s easy to see the deformities of the landscape… It’s beautiful…

It’s cold…

The wind never ceases…

The sun is always shining… Why wouldn’t it, clouds not date to venture this high…

But once you made it here it’s hard to leave… 

The solitude, the energy…

It’s more than anything you could ever imagine…

I would smile but my face is frozen in Time…

Staying too long is certain death…

But we knew that in the beginning…

So here I will stay…

Immortalized in ice…

Resting among the gods or the yesteryears…

Minutes become years…

Years become real…

But it’s too late…

Frozen in Time…

Eternal…

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