This is becoming a daily occurance for me, climbing these rugged rocks gaining more and more altitude until I see it.

My city, the only place I’ve ever known. I’ve never been outside these walls. I try to hide my curiousities bury them deep within me. It seems so minuscule from up here. What was once skyscrapers towering over me making me feel so little. Are now the little ones. How the roles have changed.

I often feel a sense of joy and superiority from up here. Dopamine overrides me. I feel at peace this is my safe place. The only one.

You see the city isn’t always the peaceful and elegant city it is made out to be. It’s all propaganda, in attempts to keep up moral. But in reality it is the complete opposite, hell and torture. You can’t trust anyone other than yourself. You don’t glance the wrong way you don’t breathe the wrong air. Everyone’s belligerent, everyone’s vain and most importantly everyone’s careless