backyard ramblings.
Sitting outside, listening to music, gettin’ away in a sense. Thinking about truth, and consequence. Looking at my dad’s big house from the outside. I wonder what I’d think of it if I was just a passerby. It would look peaceful, and I would probably be jealous of it. Appearances confuse me. It’s frustrating and sad, kinda. I really wish I knew how to take care, and move on. I live my life in fear and unhappiness, because it’s what I’ve always known. If I ever have kids, I promise to never hide ugly truths from them, because I understand firsthand how much it effects a person.
