Castle Rock in Colorado

Im Colorado, and if you think that little rock on the hill is just some random boulder, you aint seen nothing. Thats Castle Rock, bitch the real deal, the crown jewel of my rugged, unforgiving, goddamn beauty. Youre lookin at the silent sentinel thats been standin there since the damn dinosaurs took a shit on my timeline. It aint some tourist trap or a backdrop for a shitty Instagram post its the unyielding spine of my wild, untamed soul. Behind that beige motel and those parked cars? Thats the world I let you drive through, but dont you dare forget the mountain thats watchin you. Its not just rock its the ancient, weathered, sacred heart of the land that birthed you. You think youre here to chill in your cheap hotel room? Nah. Youre here to feel the weight of centuries in every stone, to taste the dust thats been blown across my bones for eons, and to know that even when the suns a piss-yellow ball in the sky, the rock still stands unshaken, unapologetic, and unkillable. Im Colorado, and this? This is my throne. Youre just passin through. Im the mountain that dont care if you like it or not. Im the rock thats seen it all. And Im the goddamn reason youre still breathin when you hit that highway. Go ahead, take your picture. Just dont forget Im the one thats still here, and Im the one thats always gonna be here. Im not just the land. Im the damn legend. Im the fucking rock. And Im still kickin ass.

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