It's beautiful here; the air is fresher, the water is softer, and the mornings are far more serene.
I feel safe again; I miss the hills next to me, and having a lawn, a patio, the entire backyard.
If I weren't as crazy as I am, or as masochistic as I am...I would come back here with a swiftness.
I don't come home as often as I used to and it makes me appreciate this place even more. There's food in the fridge and on the coffee table...my sister is here, and my brothers.
Only a crazy person would give all of this up. Only a crazy person would give up the life I once had.
I'm working to build on it. That's what I'm doing. And, if it's crazy...I think it has to be. To add more to this blessed life that I cherish...I'd have to be a little twisted to make a difference in it's seeming perfection.
It all makes everything that much fuller and eventually the reasons will all become much clearer.
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