conversations.
how do i speak ,
if i do not know what to say?
what happens in that space.
where my mind and words connect.
what is created from the sounds of my breath.
a stone trying to be vocal.
im full of life!
energy remembers me.
im not just a stone.
i have purpose.
the gift of life smoothened my surface.
i made myself beautiful for eyes that are not my own.
yet when they see my stone.
im seen as a clone.
merely skipped.
i was picked to be skipped.
alone.
Words from
A mountain they call home.



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