He stands tall like China's Great Wall. Every step he takes makes miniature earthquakes. An intimidating body, whose only mission is to surpass the mass of life's struggles and troubles.
He walks, no, he struts with guts. There is no fear in his heart, so nothing will ever tear his soul apart. He loves no one and must condone in being alone.
Under the aggressive anatomy lies the desire to be happy. The man wishes so desperately to be loved unconditionally by a special lady.
Yet the man feels too trapped within his own thoughts to even become a part of another's heart. This is the story of a man, who resides in the land of his own mind, wasting so much time.
I am The Black Mountain. For I heavily cry within, a tearful fountain.
