It always happens at the odd hours of the night. When everyone is asleep and I am left awake to be tortured by my restless anxiety. I feel as though I'm trapped within a glass dome, able to see this amazing and vast world around me but never being able to be in it or to touch it. To break free will cost me dearly but I feel more than willing to pay that price if it will, in any way, disintegrate a tiny fragment of my spirit's need to wander through the world and to wander it freely. But I have no means by which I can destroy the home that has become my cage, my grave...

Every now and again, I feel this need to leave my house and keep walking. Just keep walking and see where I end up. Deep down inside of me, there is a longing for absolute isolation. Where an infinite quiet exists that I can escape into. Where the only life I sense is the nature around me, leaving behind noisy lifestyles and toxic people. Just... the solitude and stillness that clings to its only companion: Silence.

I have a desire to be in any place that is open, anywhere that I can sit atop a high place and see the natural world and its splendor. Silent observation and the meditation upon simply being alive; a head-on, unflinching collision with the earth's elements. Am I selfish for wanting these things? Am I ungrateful?

All I need is to find even a small piece of that paradise and I can be content with the tragedies and woes of life and love and war. I can bear with my imperfections and flaws if I can but just have a small corner of my sanctuary...

Hell, let me stand at the door and I can find a reason to continue drawing air.