The Glass Mountain

The glass mountain. Beautiful, but utterly unattainable. Too large to walk around; impossible to scale. You simply can’t get any traction. There are no footholds, and as soon as you set your foot on the glistening slope of it, back down again it goes. All the way back, all the way down. And yet everything you need is on the other side of it. Everything you’re yearning for – all the things you know that you must have, and all the things you can’t yet begin to imagine you might. All the things you’ve lost, allowed carelessly to slip away from you. Lost loves, lost treasures. Lost parts of yourself, carried away by the monsters you didn’t see coming.