Sometime's I go to the lake cus it just seems like the place
to go. It can be tittie-sweating hot or nose-running cold and I still go and
sit on that dirty blue bench. Relaxed and belonging.. I talk to God. Sometimes,
I curse him. When I'm angry, I cry..in broad daylight. In pieces, yet all at
peace. I'm pretty sure I look crazy out there by myself talking(praying) and I
used to pick up my phone and pretend I was on a phonecall but now I just smile,
sometimes wave, other times speak, and continue on. When I finish unpacking my
heart, I just sit. I like to watch the ripples of waves dance in the water and
the trees laugh. I like to watch the bees buzz around me flying from flower to
flower ….and matters neither created nor destroyed; for what they took from one
flower became their harvest, that became my favorite thing to put on biscuits
that became my favorite thing to call someone I love. Some days it would start
to rain while I sat at the lake and I would think to myself how beautiful,
maybe I should stay a while longer. But then I reason with myself that Ive
watched too many movies, and it's best that I leave. So I leave. Some things
anchored; some things sailed.
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