Someone please tell me I'm not crazy! Or really angry.

I stand alone among the raging torrent. On a rock in the middle of the white water rapids. The roaring of the river fills my ears. I taste the spray, it's icy cold and tastes of freedom. Mountain peaks fill the sky in the distance, just as trees line the bank. I stay on my rock alone against the world. I feel warm though the water is freezing. This is home.