Open Stories

A series of random events, compiled to either make or break the person subjected to their existence. Some events I'm convinced we all have to go through, in order to test our coping and adaptability skills we all need to make it here on this plane of existence. All the wrong people that seem to come into our lives, are really tests to see if we are ready and deserving of that single window of awesomeness that rarely comes...

sort of a little poem that came to me just now :)I wander this landPack on my backTraveling the land, free I goThe place I end up tomorrowI just don't knowI follow the open roadWander through the foothills, the mountainsThe forest is where I call homeThis is where I wander, this is where I roamNo building to call my home, I carry home on my backThe life I long to live, start to walkAnd not look backWander and roam around...