My father loved the ugly Christmas Tree. The silver branches were glistening with red, blue and green colors from the strobe light below. I hated the tree with a passion. But, at least we had a tree and gifts to open.
Walking in darkness, lost and confused. Aimless drifting, chaotic and turbulent. Blinded sight, choosing moral wrong.Living conditions, difficult and bleak.
When life leaves you feeling like a Facebook feed. Always erratic and changing direction.