Everything looks so small from a elevated perspective. People, buildings… problems. The only place to properly think being high above anything that could ever bother you.

It leaves you to wonder why your woes are so great in the first place. It helps you understand that maybe things aren’t as bad as they seem- as unfixable as they originally appeared.

The only peace you can find away from prying eyes and judging stares. The only place deemed ‘worthy’ enough for such deep reflection. The only place peaceful enough to think is high above the city that pains you, with nothing but the wind to hear you.