I always imagined myself an ocean. Filled with cavernous, unexplored depths. Violent currents toiling underneath a calm placid surface. Drawn by the moon's monthly dance and crashing against my lover's sandy skin, only to kiss and retreat again into myself.
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But after almost 2 weeks traversing the River Styx within, I reemerge to the land of the living with a sense of purpose and direction beyond this life.
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And I know I am a mountain. Birthed from fire and chaos emerging from the core of creation. Stretching sharply toward the heavens with my panoply of fertile and rocky terrain. Slowly softened by the passing of time and the elements. Existing both above and below the waters. Yet always grounded to the earth which bore me.