Without meaning to offend anyone, I’m simply being honest and forthright to the daily prompt question… the world has never wanted, nor accepted me as I am, and I spent far too many years trying to fit into the mold offered.

Why do you think I always talk about being in the desert, running away from the cities of men, as I often refer to them?

This isn’t to say that I don’t love people… I do, very much! That’s part of the problem… I’m just too much for most to deal with, truthfully.

Now that I travel safely tucked beneath the folds of Gods love and covering, I enter cities when needed. I no longer get lost or trampled anymore, as I once did. That being said, I still prefer the deserts, the shadows, the alleyways… where there is need!

You must understand that this attitude comes from being in the wilds for so much of my existence, and I fully accept that my opinion may be somewhat jaded.

It’s too bad that I couldn’t take all of what I currently know and have learned, and start out again at the age of about twenty-five. It’s as if the first fifty years of my existence was simply one nightmare after another and from where I sit now, I’ve nothing good to show for it!

No worries though, because I plan on finishing well!

We shall see… we shall see…

Here, have a cookie…