I carry wounds that never seem to heal. I want to escape to a barren landscape, Of calmness and serenity. Of lifeless beings, But lifeful nature indeed. Where I can scream and shout and bellow, to the landscape of mountains, Where no one can hear me. To let out and release this, churning stormy ocean in my chest. I have engulfed myself, occupied myself, to hide from the pain. But it sticks to me better than my shadow itself. I want to be liberated by the fire of light. Of a sense, of a state of eternal enlightenment.