The Silhouette Of Mountains

Do words still matter?

It Started with a question: do words still matter? Look around the landscape. This world needs love. From wars, a broad. To the battles inside our minds. The lonely night of listening to the stars. To the sounds of birds singing. Chirping melodious melodies, their voices carry with the wind in between the leaves. The gentle rustling from trees or bushes still creates a calming backdrop to clear your mind and thoughts. As the raindrops fall, the stillness in the air brings calm from the winter. It is knowing that Thunderstorms are nothing more than my words lighting up your night sky as your eyes look to the flashes. Your heart hears the whispers; words still matter. 

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I know there is power in human connections, but how do we connect? How do we heal? How do we forgive? How do we live? There are so many questions with answers if we are willing to listen. Is your heart ready to dream again? Are your eyes ready to make contact and let someone look into your spirit again? No longer guarding your soul, akin to how I once protected my words on social media. You now recognize the significance of "THE SILHOUETTE." It is us! Where we live only to be seen from a distance. Our sorrow, passion, and dreams. The fear of being seen.

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Self-discovery is profound. "The Mountains" does not move. It does not sink, only to be climbed like Mount Everest; the Elevation is 29,032′ on top of our hearts. The climb has claimed lives. The air is thin, and the snow-capped mountain wind is freezing. Only the brave will risk it all to live. To make a difference in this world we all call home. Starts with one step, with one foot after the other. As we help one another climb, only to look back and catch the sun slowly beginning to rise, softly touching the peaks. Burning off the cold from the morning dew and reviling something once lost. Do you sense it? I can see it in you as you hold your heart. I know now that this journey is not for me but for us. The beauty of the human spirit is the importance of words, the true meaning of help and comfort. It's like sitting next to a campfire, warming our hands as the smell of coffee roasts from a distance. Even with your hands frozen and your toes cold, I asked what these words remind you of. You turn to me and softly whisper home.

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