I Was A Mountain

I was a rock. I was a strong mountain holding up the world. I was immense, and strong willed and powerful. But the rain. The rain came and whittled me down to nothing but fine dust, finer than the softest touch. Then I became the breeze. I was the breeze blowing from North to East to South to West. I was strong, I was forceful, and my fury was like a thousand thousand hurricanes beating a drum. But the gale would eventually settle, and i became the sand. I would soak up the sun as the tide washed up against me, polishing me and making me smooth. I was as clear as glass, but as coarse as a cat's tongue. I lay on the shore staring at the sun when the oceans rose and took me away to be with the fish and the terrors of the deep. And I almost became a pearl, but the oysters didn't know my story and didn't want to. The story of how I had come from a mountain. And I would swim, up and down the currents, moving with the midnight blue depths of the ocean threatening to hide me from the light forever. But the sun remembered me and took me up to be close to the bosom of it's warming rays. And I was the cloud. I floated for an eternity that seemed to short as I kissed each ray of the sun as it came down from its celestial perch. I would greet it's radiant warmth with the embrace of a long lost friend reunited. And then I was the raindrop. I was racing faster than I ever had. Down, down, ever downwards. The world flew by me, curving along it's spiny horizon as Ispun. I was falling. Falling from unknown heights and crashing. Falling apart. Wet. But breathing new life and new possibilities into the world. And I was happy, because I kissed a mountain and told it my story.

Gwanz

This week, and indeed the last month have been absolutely crazy. I thibk I lost my mind and found it again more times than I care to admit. I had a very intersting freak out session earlier, and I decided to confide in one of my friends. He decided to call in the cavalry and brough in one more friend. The combination of the two (which is quite a stunning  combination if I do say so myself) saved me from all kind of embarrassing nonsense that I was going to do or say. Quite frankly I was freaking out like a 13 year old who started growing hair out of their armpits and didn't know how to deal with it. Okay, maybe it wasn't quite at that level of freaking out, but I was quite on edge. But thanks to them, I'm back in business. You can thank them both for what I'm about to give you. I showed this to them and they thanked me. I was confused becausd they realky did most of the work. See, for me, finding the inspiration is the hard part. The writing will come naturally given the right spark. Thank you for finding and giving me back the spark guys. I don't know where I'd be without my friends.