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I lie here on the grass. My arms spread out horizontally from my shoulders. I turn my head to the side, as if protecting myself from an agonizing blast of light. I clench my eyes shut and try to believe. Tentatively my eyes re-open and I am greeted with the familiar sight of the ground. Close up. Our blue fence, the scraggly rose bush that looks worse for wear after my cousin pulled all the flowers off yesterday, and the aloe vera plants. The grass underneath my head is a dark green, but there are patches of dieing grass all around me. Maybe that’s what I’m supposed to be doing. Protecting the grass from the sun.
Protection can have adverse effects though too. What if I never moved? The grass underneath me would die.
Just like parents who are so over protective of their children, they effectively smother them. Creating socially and even mentally disturbed children. These children grow up and are different.
Society doesn’t accept different people.
Not even individuals.
No this isn't finished. I lost the train of thought talking to Dad. Damn.
Protection can have adverse effects though too. What if I never moved? The grass underneath me would die.
Just like parents who are so over protective of their children, they effectively smother them. Creating socially and even mentally disturbed children. These children grow up and are different.
Society doesn’t accept different people.
Not even individuals.
No this isn't finished. I lost the train of thought talking to Dad. Damn.