There have been times in my early teenage years where I felt so amazingly wretched and alone I could not stand to look at myself. Instead of chancing to see the reflection in the lighted window at night or through the mirror I would walk outside and down the rutted dirt road.
Our home was a small one in the middle of green, blossoming alfalfa fields, surrounded by nothing but expanse. It was at this time I would sniff the fragrant air and gaze at the stars in awe. They speckled the sky like a million dollars and looking back on that view I bet I could have sold it for something outrageous. But who needs to buy incredible? Simply go back to the troubled teens and find one experiencing peace.
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