Weeds

There once was a time when I hiked with those of my youth. As we carried our feet to see water dance off cliffsides, we conversed about the budding greenery that tickled our legs, and how, if it were in our gardens, it would be considered a weed. As I was home thinking about this concept, I came to the notion that humans can and do see other humans as weeds. Where weeds can be seen as beautiful greenery, all depending on location, so can humans as well. Beauty isn't lost, just the perspective is all changes.

The geocaching

As the wind played amongst the dried grass, it invoked the voices of their dead, all in hopes to drown out the ever-passing cars. The moment was caused by a human who wanted nothing more than to be holding the one that had charmed them while they were trying to charm themselves.

The path to finding us and a reminder

My life has never had meaning. I have tried to push for something more but I have never been able to push for anything. Who is Josh? A kid that calls himself James. A Guy that pushes themselves to be like others to understand themself. Which never works. A boy that is afraid to try because if they fail to fail they will have been right? What do I like? I like math. Do I chase dreams knowing they'll fade when I wake up? Why do I feel Uncomfortable conforming? This has multiple side quest to format a legitimate answer. Lets see. It feels gross just going threw the motions. Looking further. If it feels easy I don't like easy even still I don't like walking the paths of other's just to off road. Yet in order to walk of the deep end I need to pass the Life guard that reminds me to walk and not to run. Which I hate doing Why do I want to go where others haven't been before yet won't ride the wakes of others that do so.