I once got swept up in a tornado and landed in a pretty place. There were trees along the sidewalks and bike paths on the roads. The people looked like flowers, all their petals in full bloom. But once I got a closer look, the perfect hair and perfect teeth didn't look quite as pretty underneath.
Smirks and Sperries couldn't hide the scary scars of people who put so much effort into hiding who they really are. The world map wall decor marked with push pins of places traveled, at first glance appeared like a fairy tale, but slowly became unraveled. You see, these things were shallow.
My steps couldn't be traced, so instead I tried to recreate. By the time winds subsided my thoughts had become divided. Too late to second guess, take a chance, change my fate. The decision had already been made. When you land in a foreign space sometimes its natural to feel out of place.