Hard Hard Road

[greysayer]

Not my body

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About Roads

[greysayer]

I was kicked out of my house when I was sixteen years old, and have spent my life scrambling to build a safe and secure environment for myself ever since. A few times, I've felt I've actually achieved this goal, but always it gets yanked out from under me. It feels like I am forever scraping for just a little head space, a little comfort, a little privacy. I've walked alone down so many roads and highways with only a duffle bag to my name it isn't even funny. I never know if where I'm at is where I'm supposed to be or if what I do is what I should be doing. The best I can do for myself is listen to my heart and spirit and try to follow it down a never-ending hard, hard road.