I wondered if others passed without a care or like me got stuck in a pocket of time where all there lived was the mountain n i. I wondered if there was someone staring back at me from the mountain and who they saw? what version of me were they faced with? the version of me stuck in my childhood bedroom comforted by solitude or the version of me now stuck behind the invisible walls of the room within my mind. did they like who they saw? I will never be there in that way on that day again.