And I went to sleep that night dreaming of mountains. How I never had mountains. Just buildings and streets and rows of houses corner after corner. Roundabouts and the same old faces. I’m grateful for the love I’ve had here but my heart needs to grow a little stronger and my mind needs to rest. The mountains reach higher than the clouds and I want to climb up and place myself peacefully on the edge. The white silence and the cleanest air. My thoughts here are cluttered but up there I’ll be bare. i’ll be free.
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