In the course of human events, we can have some of the most irrational of thoughts. I once thought that tragedy could only be solved by movement. Go to a place that does not know you. Flee to a place that you don’t know. I thought that if you could get to a better place than that place will be better. I did not know that healing in the place of your hurt was even better than healing in the place where you weren’t hurt. I have been in this town long enough to have some true blue friends and some sworn enemies. I have cried tears that I never thought I would cry here. My greatest disappointment in life happened right here. I am talking about the thing that I try to sleep off because it has followed me to my bed and has seeped into my dreams. When I awake, it is still sitting on the side of my bed. I could run from the barrenness of the place where I was made barren, stripped of every bit of who I once was. I could run, but what if the flowers bloom right here. What if the wind blows the seeds of hope into my field and I watch it pop up in rows. What happens if the rains come and the streams swell with sunfish. I don’t want to be somewhere else, when my garden blooms right here. I think I hear the sound of the abundance of rain………
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