Mountain girl

To a mountain girl, give her not the glamour and glitz, give her her mountains.

To a mountain girl, give her not the freedom of anonymity, give her the identity that mirrors her mountain.

To a mountain girl, give her not the bright and the loud, give her the forest's silence.

To a mountain girl, give her not flashes of gold and diamonds, give her her native plants.

To a mountain girl, give her not perfumes or conditioned breath, give her the smell of rain on her mountains red soil.

To a mountain girl, woo her not with your tall tales, seduce her in silence, with strength of character.

To a mountain girl, ask not of what she can give to you, understand what she can give to the world.

To a mountain girl, question not her need to travel beyond, simply know that she can only return to her mountain.

Move On

A single word has triggered a storm today.

Many a time, a word, a casual reference opens the floodgates... but I successfully keep it shut. For one must move on. What exactly does 'move on' mean anyway?

Does it mean shutting down everything you feel and building another life on that very brick?

Does it mean hiding every single tear, for one has duties everyday that one must complete?

Does it mean swiping right and left in pursuit of the next relationship? And then looking at perfectly good profiles and not feeling a single spark.

Does it mean believing that all that I have felt, all that I have experienced with you, however virtual,  meant nothing? Practicality shall win?

Does it mean living a full life, a busy one with continued pursuit of intelligence, wealth and meaning... and yet, when the day ends attempting to fill that void?

If the answer is yes, then I have definitely 'moved on'.