The way the rain clung to her eyelashes made her look impossibly more beautiful. She stood at the edge of the sidewalk looking down at the tangled mess of overgrown grass and weeds that filtered out into a wide field.
She thought about how the rain that had been falling for three consecutive days wasn't making the structured mess flatten and cave in.
She gasped as a thought and possible solution to her problem came to her head.
Maybe the tangled mess of a life she had was protecting her from a flood of bigger proportions.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
