I am obsessed with this place. I have my own special spot that if I park right I can see every angle of the city and the light reflecting off the water, streching toward me but never reaching. When it’s warmer I sit on my hood or trunk and have a better view of the stars and can smell the lake better. This is why I love home so much, and I am not ashamed to say that I wouldn’t have a problem never leaving. This place is who I am Wild free and quiet..it’s home and I love it so much…
I have spent my entire exsistance building walls to gaurd myself that I don’t even know who I am behind them anymore…. they’re so vast and thick that I don’t think anything can penetrate them. I don’t know what would happen if something did get through … I can only imagine a damn bursting ..I can’t handle who is behind that wall…I can’t handle me.