I am a mountain. Those who climb me, fall off the cliffs. You are caught in an avalanche. I am too much, too strong, too bold to move. But still I crack, still my rocks fall, and I lose hope that with all my negative qualities, my beauty is thrown under the radar. That I am only an obstacle, never worth the result. I want to make it easier. For all the climbers, so they will look at me with love and tear-filled eyes. Instead, the more I try to change, the more I create problems for them. My climbing community may give up on me.

But still I am a mountain, cannot just that be enough? My structure has come so far, the depth of my soul so ignorantly deep. One day just one may take my challenge and try me. To find me, he climbs and he knows that he may not succeed his expedition.

But still he tries until a single tear drop floats out of his eyes. He knew he may not see the view of the mountains mind. But he does. He pushes his limits both physical and emotional - and he sees her and he loves her and he reaches out to kiss her, slips off a cliffside, and dies.