speaking with actions
flew across country for a wedding. for my good deed, i gave up my seat so someone could sit next to their friend. and i got stuck between 2 fermenting ladies. i should go to heaven now.
as much as i miss the midwest. the green that not only touches your eyes but seeps inside. the people who molded me into who i am today. sometimes i feel i am a romanticist. somehow conjuring up an image that had created me or possibly an image i had created. which one, i will never know. since my youthful eyes are much older now. things are not the same. the men on the street corner have left innocence and moved on to aggression. the quiet children now always scream aloud. and i know if i had stayed, i would have become tainted. turned out like the rest. single moms trying to finish high school. or the inevitable predilection to inhale substances, breathing foreign bodies like they were air.
i am glad i got out. but i know to never forget those i left behind.
as much as i miss the midwest. the green that not only touches your eyes but seeps inside. the people who molded me into who i am today. sometimes i feel i am a romanticist. somehow conjuring up an image that had created me or possibly an image i had created. which one, i will never know. since my youthful eyes are much older now. things are not the same. the men on the street corner have left innocence and moved on to aggression. the quiet children now always scream aloud. and i know if i had stayed, i would have become tainted. turned out like the rest. single moms trying to finish high school. or the inevitable predilection to inhale substances, breathing foreign bodies like they were air.
i am glad i got out. but i know to never forget those i left behind.