When I was a child I was strange. Even so utterly strange that I never realized just how strange I was.
One day when I was on one of my adventures I came across this place. I studied this dreamy garden as often as I could get away with it.
Little did I know that this dreamy place was the place where I would get my first adult thought.
Among the morning dew , sprinkled like confetti untop of the green grass and half awake candyfloss flowers clinging to the moldshaped columns . This was the place where I would get married.
Even with a perfect man! And bridesmaids. And old friends. Family too. But most of all I would be beautiful like a siren and happier than a glass of xanax .
The only thing I had to do was to become an adult.
So I did and I'm still just as strange.
Now there is just a name for it that a man in a white coat decided for me, buried in several layers of cement , paper work and institutions. Now I only visit the garden when I sleep .
Lucky for me, I am always tired.
Created: Apr 13, 2014Julz Document Media