Stones.

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 So I figured that it is crazy to want people to be stones, but rocks, better right?

My 3 most important, close to only, rocks turned out... different than I expected them to be....

So what that 1 turns out to be a rolling stone, and me without endurance.

The other has some darn fucking sharp edges and my gloves don‘t help any.

The last 1 turns out to be busy, doing rock things. Might not even be a rock.

Guess what, humans should not be rocks. Though maybe,  only their own.

I want to be my own rock. Now.

Only rock that doesn’t change within a lifetime is a mountain, but how many mountain people do you happen to come across?

Maybe to find a mountain of a person, you are the one who has to walk. You got to look for your own changes and then suddenly, this mountain appears before you, under you, behind you.

Maybe, mountains are really people, not the other way round.

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