Yesterday I climbed the big oak behind the old red barn, just high enough where a robin is waiting with open wings. But I’m restless— more like a feather in the wind that cannot fight the breeze, instead of being sturdy like this tree. But I am a quiet loner climbing farther away from shattered …
i am peeved.
I make no excuses for my own honesty. What I don't understand is why anyone would want to hear things that are hurtful and then saying thank you may I have some more. You are a walking contradiction. As for the rest...One is a mystery. One is a love without expectation. One was comfort I …
Dixie's Road Trip 