BackyardBookworm

The knot in my stomach tightens. With each step, it twists, turns, flips, and springs. I have to stop and take a deep breath. Then another. Another. It doesn't help. I contemplate turning back. If I do, I'll have to endure more of it. Not an option.

The field is so pretty 
I am not in the city 
The sun shines down 
The world goes round 
I feel that I could share this field 
With another 
   And another 

Reaching for the sky 
Branches sprouting out up high 
And this tree I climbed

A while ago, a month I think, my car broke down. I was on a freeway, and I was just barely able to pull onto the side. I got out, and waited for a car to stop.

The unexplained may be scary. Some may find it intriguing. 3 days ago, that's when it happened. I'm Mitchell Tye, and recently a man walked up to me. He said, "Hello, young one." Me being me, I don't trust strangers.

The wind races, blowing my hair into my face. Here, on this mountain top, I feel unstoppable. Looking down to the forests of rough oaks, spikey pines, and sweet maples. Down at the suburban rooftops, flat, slanted.