Born 2 Be Mild ~
Waiting for my real life to begin
This is from a group of pictures I took back in May of this year.
A beautiful little white flower, not more than an inch in diameter, one of a cluster. They were proudly displayed on the gravel alongside the pavement in the alley behind my neighbor's house. Some lay crushed from the tracks of tires, others trampled by the 3 rambunctious toddles that live there. Each one a survivor in one way or another. I sometimes feel like one of these little guys. Sometimes standing tall, sometimes crushed by the traffic of life. I have plans, I have ideas, I am just waiting for my real life to begin.
Waiting for my real life to begin
This is from a group of pictures I took back in May of this year.
A beautiful little white flower, not more than an inch in diameter, one of a cluster. They were proudly displayed on the gravel alongside the pavement in the alley behind my neighbor's house. Some lay crushed from the tracks of tires, others trampled by the 3 rambunctious toddles that live there. Each one a survivor in one way or another. I sometimes feel like one of these little guys. Sometimes standing tall, sometimes crushed by the traffic of life. I have plans, I have ideas, I am just waiting for my real life to begin.