Dearest Love

Here we are. Separated. There is no conjugation. Our love is simple yet other people make it convoluted. Lover is it possible we can meet. I’m happy to meet halfway. I would be happy to get a glimpse of you. Lover would it be possible to throw you under? Lol under the tree that is.

Is there someone in your life you can feel stabilized by? I hope you’re not wondering on wether or not I will come. I don’t want you to worry about if I will move toward you. All of my movement are pushing me toward you. Even when my movements are seemingly inaccurate I am promised that I am moving in the direction where my love is accessed by people who deserve it. I don’t know you yet and I don’t know your name. But I swear even my work will speak into your seams. I want to have an affect on your seas. When you are angry at someone I want to be your underwater chariot that drives you to your scene beautifully. I want to be there when there are tsunamis and calm the waters softly but also destroy all the things that no longer serve you. Even if you just want to soak in the river and be lazier than ever. I want to be the damn that blocks all the traffic attempting to thwart your peaceful land. Yeah I will provide even the rain if needed during your cries so you know that my sight extends farther than your cries.

Yeah I want to remember you so let us create memories not attached with faces but with enteral memories layered with energies so we can pass it on for centuries. Its cause I like many beauties and my favorite kind of beauty are the ones that extend past memories pours into the fabric of our society. I want to make memories with you to last longer than the cornerstone of our legacy.

With Love,

The Mountain