Mobile thoughts

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When I speak of my home,
They describe my language as 'Romantic', as if the way I speak is somehow Alluring...
And although I carry my love for the world like a burden upon my shoulders, they don't notice that my language is far more Lustful, than lovely.

I crave this world and it's many curves and valleys, and I constantly yearn for the caress of its many winds, the sounds of it's oceans, the feeling of the elements below my feet...
every day, I make love to this mountain, and every day I find more ways to offer it to be mine, to love me so.
The city never made me scream the way the mountains make me shiver.
And with every moonlit night, it rejects my advances, pushing me to start anew with each glorious sunrise.

Author's Note

Again, I'll reformat this at a later time