King of the mountain 

I used to spew pure anger through words and random silent tantrums. I woke and lived life as a stranger for an excessively stupid sum of days. Twenty- two consecutive months and the anger has seeped through every pore and dissipated. My emptiness has been replenished with a more lucrative and vivacious feeling of being. I have climbed to the other side and left you at the bottom. If the snow cap should melt, I hope you survive the avalanche and as I, find renewed purpose in life.