The BARREN LAND

On the mountains where not a weed has reached, where rain has not yet landed. Over those barren land, i want to land. But to reach there, i will have to face loads of obstacles. That land of nothing, no sound, no people and more importantly, no feelings. It hurts climbing to the top. Abuse shaped gravel are falling on me. People shaped pocky stones are scratching my legs making the blood of happiness come out and the ashes of sadness to fill in its place. Yet i know i have to climb, yet i have to reach the place to find the real me. I have to reach that place , where their is no rain.