she gets exasperated with me, struggling with my unpredictability, my complete lack of consistency. she likes to tell me i'm ridiculous, huffed out in quivering candle light like the puff of smoke when the candle blows out.
i have never been a rock, a mountain, a slowly and rarely changing body of stability. i am much more like the candle flame, a bolt of lightning, the unstoppable hummingbird.
and i cannot be tamed.