At first, it is boring
irritating
because I don't want to be there.
But quickly
as I enter the woods
the cool, damp springy air
tinted with the scent of ferns that lie on either side of the trail.
I intrude
but do not trespass
as I fly through the trees
the wind at my back
vast choices for my future in front of me
and I continue
through the woods.
Your new-ish house
your dog sleeping on the rug
my family and your family chatting comfortably
your kitchen with your hot chocolate
the fun spinny stools at the kitchen island
that's one of my happy places
When we see flaws in ourselves
we withdraw from society
curl in on ourselves
trying to hide from our insecurities.
The thing is
people struggle to understand
that their faults are a part of themselves
Yesterday
you looked in the mirror
said to yourself,
ugh
I look ugly
she's so ugly
ew
last week
you saw your reflection in the window
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