i felt like caving in. it felt like i was being eaten alive.
you could storm the weather for weeks, months, years but no matter the exhausting endeavour, there will always be a greater pinnacle. and i have been questioned: should this be about gluttenous reward? or is the pleasure and pain endured something more than life itself? but enjoyment is too farfetched for a weary traveller whose eyes have been opened to far too many golden lockets. so does that mean...