Are we rivers or roads?
Imagine a network that joins together and leads to one place, one grand destination in the western country, sort of like the journey to Boulder in the Stand.
Imagine it starts as
Relativity became this thing
that wrapped me up like a scarf in the dessert
Hiding me from the blunt minds, the kind eyes that knew no better
Because it showed me
How anything is worth gratitude
What we think of ourselves is often either tragically skewed from the truth of who we are, or desperately undervalued from how others see us.
What is it that keeps us from being what we dream we can be?