Free Writing

Climbing the Great Staircase To Heaven

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It is always here, in the early mornings of moon cloaked nights, that I am at my most vulnerable and lonely. It is at times like this that I ponder how I’ve forsaken my spirit for such empty things as status. Time and her shifting sands do not stand still, and it is never wise to build a castle which must always be defended. After all, what is then the point?