bounteous

The road ahead is bent. Like a crooked arrow someone threw. I don't know where my past has taken me or where my future will soon grow. My feet are bare and buried in the dirt, my hands find solace in holding nothing but themselves. My eyes search the heavens for answers to these questions that bubble to the surface, out of my passionate and tumultuous soul.

 I am free to roam and wander, to see and sketch and dance and live. I am free to be myself, unhindered. This is the life I was born to live.