made-up quotes about the metaphorical sense of "moving mountains" are incendiary to my sweet thoughts; they anger me into an oblivion in which these mountains are barriers; in which they define us.
if I could literally move mountains I’d do it in a moment’s time; tearing down all 6,683 ft of their towering elevation; silencing their spite and forcing them far, far away; soothing our tall tensions to ease.
we dwell in opposite margins of a page that has so much yet to be written; when I run to you, I do so in slow motion and one step out of time as I constantly trip over the alpine ground that we mistake for a reason why this isn’t right.
I cannot literally move mountains, but if I could, I would, and the dissonance between my heart and yours would exist no longer.
let’s frighten these mountains into an oblivion in which we can see just over them and I’ll touch their peaks to find your hands holding mine; guiding each other through our separate lives melded by love.
long distance relationships, yeah?
the blue ridge mountains are 6,683 ft high at their highest elevation.