i may be an orange peel
tonight as i look out from this small city i feel trapped. the small hills just beyond my street don't give me any comfort of a world beyond this... especially since they built that new housing on top of the hills. it looks a little like a fortress with its walls built up to keep us all in. but deep inside i know of a future and a past way outside of here... right? ive been over the hills and in the valleys just beyond. don't my memories qualify the anxiety? i know of the trips and adventures promised me. doesn't my faith qualify these feelings of hopelessness? God please just some sort of reminder that this faith is not just displaced hope... and that my love is not lost in the ether... just then i looked up once more at the hills and creeping over the walls, defying any guards, comes a huge cloud. no doubt it has come from on high to remind me of freedom and of a flight that will never again leave my mind....at that time when no one was looking and hope was more than lost and faith was more than failing and love was all but a pathetic emotion clung to i knew for sure that i am not an orange peel