Where The Stones Weep

“Hurt so much today.”
We hurt everyday, Darling. Why do we keep going then?
"Legs shake. Arms weak. Heavy, heavy, heavy. Stupid legs. Stupid arms. Stupid belly, always crying, always screaming. Always needing. Always ruining."
No one wants us. They all hate us. So why climb? So why More?
"Ain’t nothin’ up there. No food. No fire. No soft things neither. Just sky. Just wind, and stones that crack under me, that break and weep. They like me."
Nothing like you and nothing is like you. Soft things? You mean like those in the village?
“…Shut up."
They run when we come. We will never know the comfort of a man. We will never know the love of a child. Mhmm… Those soft things… So Hungry.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
If we love them like we say we do, then why do we go back? They hate us, they cry and run when they hear us.
"Didn’t wanna. Don’t wanna! Belly loud. Belly louder than them. Louder than their crying. Their begging. What else I s’posed to do?!"
You know what else.
“No!”
Shoulda let yourself starve. Shoulda let the cold take you. Shoulda let the mountain crush you. We could just let go and tumble. We could die. Then Maybe we’d be of some good.
"...Maybe. Maybe still can. Maybe sit here for awhile. Tired. Sad and hurting, hurts so bad. Cold. Let rain melt me. Let dirt drink me. Be part of stones. Part of weeping. Like Me."
No, no, no. Keep climbing. Keep going up. Reach the summit like we promise ourselves we’ll do everyday. Throw ourselves off. Happy. Then we will be loved.
"Tummy hurt. Maybe your right, they all hate me anyways?"
Yes. We are hated. Monster, they scream. But we know us, we love them.
“Yes, we love them. Why no love me?”
You are a monster. A big, ugly, stupid monster.
"I know."
Jump.
"...Dunno. Maybe up there… maybe no hunger. Maybe no pain. Maybe no hatred. Maybe sky will take me. Maybe wind carry me."
Maybe those won’t want us either?
"Yeah. I know."
We won’t do it will we?
“Too hungry to move. To hurting to move. Maybe more soft ones will help us get to summit. To fly.
The stones will still weep. But not for us.
"...Yeah. Me too… So hungry.”