a small token of kindness (2nd August 2021)
the sun and the moon have cautiously bred me to comfort and solitude ever so often but today they seemed to have left me and my heart of desires to their relations.
and so it is, with a mouth full of buried doubts, i ask you: have you ever seen the mountains?
no, i have not. but i have been taken to explore them, or rather their roots, by the air that had me confined in its madness. because who would dare to skim the nervous tips of their soft skin against the hard that had withstood even its lovers?
of what good is a pile of ancient grief around the life that buzzes with bees and flourishes under the enslavement of rain?
it is a statue that depicts the power of sadness, grievance and objection. the more a human bears the burden of rocks upon his shoulders, the stronger he becomes and thereby more capable.
it is a lonely ride to the top though, with little air to breathe and lesser rest. however, it is filled with a magnetic touch that empowers the settlers to keep walking and taking steps. it provides a freedom such that one's names will be pronounced with command, with respect and with eyes that swim nervously from a side to another upon the mention.
such privileges are rare to be found. grief too chooses those who find it worthwhile and personable.
never will anyone sit and see through the haze with you. the impairment of vision will kill them enough to even paralyse their smile and flee.
and such is the tale of the warriors who walk alone.
the best soldiers lead on their own while nobody understands but beg to follow.
for being understood enslaves one with a certain responsibility and to risk the blood to read a heart takes courage; therefore to have no-one understand you is a cloud of opportunity; with little falls that feel like a gift of grief.
#adropofhumanity
