Come here

Come here, you say and every cell in my body responds as I lay underneath the sleeping bags in the blue tent.

The mountain is calling.

I don’t know much about you, but I follow you through the valley.

I imagined it to be a wonderful journey, but there are days when I cry and I’m cold and we say nothing to each other.

You’re a challenge.

But then there are nights when I move closer to you and the wind is quiet and the moon is full.

I hear you.

I sit down on rocks and look out over the valley, not wanting to be anywhere else in the world.


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