Mount Everest

 One day I stand at summit mount Everest with the freezing wind blowing at my snowy face feeling warmer than ever. 

I look down at the view I call home, so small and beautiful and I stand on top it. The ditches shining with godly white snow no man has ever set foot on

Beauty couldn't describe such site

Glancing down at the rocky path with such pride, coz I was the one who climb it.

The next day I am stuck in a ditch filled with fresh cold snow stacking over me. Shivering my life away, as the highest mountain in the world towers over me with with its horrifying threatening glare. 

looking side to side at this dead jail , not a living soul in sight. The loneliness bit me stronger than the frost.

Why am in this place at the first place? 

Sometimes I can't control the biome nor the point of view.