The Garden -part 2-Some days, I find myself wondering why I am here and what this place is, anyways. No matter what happens, no one finds my garden. I have seen them search. It's like my secret special place is completely surrounded by a bubble that is completely transparent. People pass through it like a ghost. Like it has been forever lost and only God is allowing me to see it. I can't help but think, why me? What is so great about me? The former drug addict. The millionaire. The stupid, lonely girl who ran away from the one who she loved the most. What has become of me? Why does God forgive me? I don't deserve it. Nothing in this lifetime. Not all the money I have. Not the faith. Not the friends. Not even my life. I deserve nothing. And why, still, does God continue to bless me?Everyone feels sorry for me. I do, too. I wish I could take everything back. I want to start over. But, what would become of my garden? I love my life. I hate my life. Bitter-sweet memories flood through my mind all the time.
The Garden -part 1-It's our anniversary. Can you believe it? It's been two whole years since we've been apart.I lay in my bed, half unconscious, half too lazy to face the world. The cruel, hatred world that I can never escape. Every day, I used to wake up and think, "Maybe you'll come home today." But you never do. I surrendered that thought since it would never be true.I dream about you every night. There is one dream that happens once a week that is always the same. I am running with you, running away from the world. See, you felt the same as I did. The world is a harsh place. Not fit for people like us. As we reach the end of the field of white, pure roses and Technicolor tulips, your favorite, and mine, there is a strange sight. It ends. There is a huge dent in the earth, as if a meteorite struck here. Everything is burning, on fire. It spreads like an insane epidemic. The fire reaches us, I try to grab your hand, but we fall into the wildfire. I stand there, frozen, as you disintegrate to dust bef