The Depths Of FASD
I often envision myself walking on a long road with desert on each side and nothing but pavement in front of me for as far as my eyes can see. What are the billows blowing in the wind? Are they part of me blowing away? I do not know. Why is it this road I am on is always in the valley? Can I not reach the mountain peeks? To see forever, to not have anything impeding my view not cloging my thoughts but free to soar as an Eagle?
I have these wings on my back but they do not hear me, they do not perceive my desire to fly. I do not understand when I run and leap to fly I fall on my face and groan. Why have my wings if they do not fly? I wish my wings heard my desire to fly, I wish they would answer my cries. Life seems to be full of to many unexplained and confusing paradoxes. The biggest paradox of all of course being me. Can someone please help me to make sense of the conundrum that is me…
