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On the edge near a cliff, there stood a rock. The rock stood strong, proud, planted firmly within the earth that had eroded around it. The roots of the wild entangled under neither, shielding them from the dangers. The trees stood like sentient guards gently swaying.

A most majestic bird noticed a tree that would be just right for them. The leaves were full, the branches thick and heavy with age. The trunk inviting with a homey feel. A crevice in the tree! What a perfect spot to build a nest.

When the bird swooped down to the spot in the tree chosen with its keen eye, it noticed the rock.

"Well," the bird said, " that rock needs to be gone. I can't have it that close to my home! And it's blocking my view of the cliff!". So the bird took flight and landed upon the massive rock.

"Excuse me, Rock?"

"Yes?", replied the rock.

"I need you to move."

"But I cannot', said the rock in a tone of patience.

"Well, I will make you move! You are blocking my view of the cliff! You must move this instant!"

The rock said yet again, "I cannot". The bird launched into the air, its temper swirling.

The bird tried pushing that rock away for what seemed like days, weeks, months. Yet, the rock still stood strong. Not moving, never rolling, not even an inch.

Then one day a horrible storm came. The wind whipped through the trees, the lighting crashed while the thunder rumbled. The rain beat down so hard that the bird became unstable in flight. The wind tried with all its might to toss it around. The bird knew it wouldn't be able to land in the
safe spot of the tree.

Then, the bird saw the rock. If it could make it to that rock, it would be okay. The bird could find its balance again. The bird struggled through the storm, eyes never leaving the rock. Then finally, the bird's feet felt the smoothness under its claws. The bird withdrew into itself and hunkered down on the rock, gaining its sense of self back.

Finally, the storm passed. The bird raised its eyes to the sky and felt just the smallest drops of rain upon its feathers, but the worst was over.

The bird looked down at the rock it sat upon and said, "Rock, I've tried to push, push, push you away. Yet, you're still here. You haven't moved, you haven't budged."

"Yes, that's right, I have not", said the rock.

"But, why?" asked the bird quizzically.

The rock spoke, "because I knew that someday a storm would come. I knew that someday you would be within that storm almost lost, searching for a place to land. So, I sat patiently in this very spot waiting. Waiting until you needed that safe place to land."

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Cadrewolf2
21:12 Sep 20 2024

Wow inspiring

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Vodka
07:08 Sep 21 2024

Simply beautiful

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Vampirewitch39
18:04 Sep 23 2024

❤️

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STABB666
15:11 Sep 24 2024

I'm happy for the bird.

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Obscurity
04:47 Sep 25 2024

Me too. I'm also happy for the rock. The bird turned out to be pretty damn special.

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Life;
Death.

Yes;
No.

Stay;
Go.

Inhale;
Exhale.

Breath,
Suffocate.

Rise;
Fall.

Let Go;
Be free.

Grow;
Evolve.

Sparkle;
Shine.

Live;
Fly.
Soar.

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Raventresses
23:41 Sep 19 2024

Yet always the essence is there.

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I don't want whispered promises,
nor a gift of moon and stars.

Just this moment right here,
of who and what we are.

I lay it all before you,
All my insecurities and shame.

Just to show you who I am,
Will you do the same?

Will you see beyond my skin,
The light I've hidden inside.

I'd let you see all of me,
even what I loathe on the outside.

There's a story written on my skin,
written in scars, hurts and pain.

I share them with you freely,
Never asking for a gain.

Take that part of me with you.
Hold it, don't let go.

Where ever this journey decides to take us,
no matter how the story shall unfold.

Till we are ghosts, my darling.
Until the journey is through,

You will always, always hold a part of me..
A part of me within you.

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Cadrewolf2
03:24 Sep 15 2024

Excelent

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