Leave your Stories Behind
The mud appears so tempting, so delightful, to squeeze through her toes , yet she fears the containment and what if it splashes in her face and ruins her perfect smile that holds the dream she wishes this to be…. what if it calls her terror of being ripped from heaven to be screamed out for all to see and stone. For who of this human race enjoys seeing their pain in another … yet how much longer can this flower live with its roots exposed and no sweet waters of the mud to feed them? And so she says Reality is infinite there must be more than this for me to call my own. There must be more to this than this story!