a short road to thirty; week three
here is week three. and here i am hiding away, sort of. this week was a tough one and i felt like simply hiding away. under the covers, behind glasses and hat (usually hair, but it’s the weekend), behind the lens, and even behind the blades of grass. I was grateful to see that we had found a patch of unmowed lawn, it was natures mattress under the sun. i wanted so much to be very tiny so we could hide away amongst the sweet, silky greens blades. live forever in the dirt with the grass as shelter, never to worry or fret but to simply love and cherish.
sometimes the way we feel just pushes out of us, even if we want to keep it hidden. from ourselves, from others.
when that time comes deep breathes are taken, words spoken & the truth sets us free.