if there only was this kind stone giant on the mountain that would watch over me

walked on the mountain close to where i live. saw a face in the cliff, said hello. hello child, he said back. the kind stone giant residing there. i tried to draw him, but it wasn't the same. the lines thwarted by my shaking hands. insecurities, always insecurities. and the stone giant looked down so kindly and sighed. so stable so calm there in the mountain. while i can barely keep my arms from flinging this way and that. or my heart. jumping, jumping. ouch. jumped into a wall that i couldn't see. now that i see, i try to avoid it, but no use. no use... my heart, it likes to jump into walls. an adventurer, perhaps. or only restless. but i choose to see it as hopeful as well. a child, an adult, or something between. in delirium in delirium in delirium and lorde sings i live in a hologram with you and that's exactly how it feels. hyperreal. surreal. we'll see.