Emotion comes cascading out, over the cliff, crashing below as you watch it all go. It's in my nature. I am a mountain. You are the wind. What does it say that I've done my best to follow you? Picked up all my weight, all my burdens, and ran, trailed you here, as far as I can. Now you've turned and we stand face to face. Nervously my feelings fall out of place, spilling over the ledge and down at your feet. You pick yourself up so as not to trample them. I tell you not to bother. The truth is, I don't want you to tiptoe around me. I just want you to immerse.
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