Entry 21

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Watching the white puffy clouds roll by, I sit and laid in the grass. Fresh green grass that rustled from the slow moving wind. Enough to feel yet not enough to overtake me.

I was a peace. At times I wished the world was like this. No wars, fighting, bombing but just peace. So much more people would be happy, so why is it such a bad idea.

This was something I could never quite answer. Why people couldn't just work together and get along. This brought me back to the thought of my son. He felt as if I was controlling his life. Not at all, I just wanted what was best for him, wether he agreed or not. But of course, he didn't see that.

I start to gaze up at the sky again remembering why I was out here. To get away and take a brake. Come back, then try and resolve the situation we were in.

Picturing what looked like a bunny in the sky,

A horse kicked me in the balls.

The End.

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