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Outside my window there is a road.

Beyond that road, there lies a mountain.

In my dreams, I stand atop that mountain and scream.

Scream and let go of myself and my emotions.

Then, cry and shed long awaited tears, as i watch the sun come up over the eastern horizon.

However, I know, I cannot.

I cannot cry, I cannot scream, I cannot stand, and so I cannot let go.

But i can jump, jump and fall from the mountain, and release my emotions, fears, and spirit.

So I stare, outside my window, wishing one day I will stand.