• I dream big. Picking up, letting it all go.Pick a coastal town on a map.
    Pack up the dog and only the belongings that remind me of nothing in particular.
    Live in a shabby cottage and keep to myself.
    I will age there a level of peculiar will temper me like greying wild hair.
    They will point and laugh. They will not understand.
    I already know this pain. A pain that I am used to.
    This time is different. This time I chose. I chose the place and the people who
    scorn me for simply being.Out of sympathy the townsfolk will buy my simple knick knacks crafted of sea glass and empty shells.They are ugly and without taste. I smile at their vanity.The kindness they fake is just a robe of guilt . Crap is still crap even covered in glitter and gold leaf. For years on end the townsfolk will continue to pay for something ugly and useless out of shame. I smile watching them cart their ugly piece of reality I created to their home. I use my spare time to throw oysters back into the sea when the tide is low. I imagine myself as a simple grain of sand the oyster could not rid itself of.
    A pearl in the making , a grain that should not remain, a woman cast aside by society.