Is this what it felt like?
Constantly giving of yourself; hands reaching for more even after you’ve given all you’ve had.
Is this why you would run up the mountain? To recharge and refill? Didn’t you feel guilty for leaving them?
How did you not get frustrated when they followed you? You fed them and taught them and gave them more…even though they interrupted your time to recharge?
Is the knowledge of how short a time you had with them what kept you going?
Or is it purely love that drives you? How can you love that much?
Your example feels unattainable…I am so empty…
Can I fake it ’til I make it?
Can you fill me up please,
Give me some of that water that will overflow my cup?
I don’t know how else I’ll do this job I’ve been given.
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