I need an escape.
I need a chance to let everything drop from my shoulders.
Hiking, plodding along, even feeling that burn in my lungs clears everything away.
The only thing I have to focus on is the here and now.
I only have to feel how my muscles strain and pull.
I only have to worry about breathing in and out.
I don’t have to worry about where I’m going most of the time.
As long as I mark the sun, I can find my way back.
I don’t have to stress about my future,
don’t have to plan out future interactions with people.
It’s an escape from reality to reality
if that makes any sense.
I need this time and this place.
I need to move and go somewhere without really knowing how I’m going to get there.
I can’t live all stifled in four walls slowly dying under fluorescent lights.
I can’t pretend for long that I’m happy stuck behind a desk staring at a computer screen for hours at a time.
I have to get out and be in the trees and the mountains.
I have to feel the air and the sun.
Without it I might just fade and disappear.