I seek a mountain of stone.
I seek one far harder
a mountain made of self-love.
I am mountains of dirt mixed with hurt.
I am mountains of sand mixed with pain.
Admonish me for my sins,
but embrace me for being human.
Release me from myself.
Is obsession a form of intelligence?
I am the monkey returning to fire.
I know the burn. I choose it.
Thought presses against my skull:
what is a thought?
This question hangs over me
a metaphysical weight
heavier than the wars I remember.
I crave a shared reality,
some place where my consciousness can meet another
without fear.
So I sought my mountain.
Unprepared for the climb,
yet I insisted.
I begged to be shown the door,
not knowing what I was asking for.
When it opened:
blistered night,
cold sweat
I will never forget.
Through time I saw it,
as though a great curtain had been pulled aside.
From the inside
I watched the rollercoaster of my life:
when it twists and turns
I may step away,
racing heart slowing,
or stand in line again
another ride,
another chance
for time
with a lover.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 11:06 PM UTC
I seek a mountain of stone.
I seek one far harder
a mountain made of self-love.
I am mountains of dirt mixed with hurt.
I am mountains of sand mixed with pain.
Admonish me for my sins,
but embrace me for being human.
Release me from myself.
Is obsession a form of intelligence?
I am the monkey returning to fire.
I know the burn. I choose it.
Thought presses against my skull:
what is a thought?
This question hangs over me
a metaphysical weight
heavier than the wars I remember.
I crave a shared reality,
some place where my consciousness can meet another
without fear.
So I sought my mountain.
Unprepared for the climb,
yet I insisted.
I begged to be shown the door,
not knowing what I was asking for.
When it opened:
blistered night,
cold sweat
I will never forget.
Through time I saw it,
as though a great curtain had been pulled aside.
From the inside
I watched the rollercoaster of my life:
when it twists and turns
I may step away,
racing heart slowing,
or stand in line again
another ride,
another chance
for time
with a lover.
