CAMOUFLAGE

CAMOUFLAGE

While eating dinner in a small Northeast Texas town, I saw a young daughter sitting on her father’s lap. The father was wearing camouflage pants, I assumed he was a deer hunter. A young lady walked past the family, on her arm was a bright fresh tattoo. The daughter asked her father what was on the lady’s arm, to which the father replied, “Camouflage.”

In a world that is at arms length, you are wrapped. Displaying the courage of your convictions and vulnerabilities on your sleeve.

The Wild Child is uncultivated. Aimlessly sowed, they must plow ahead to sprout and flourish, and still be called a weed. Finding home by blending in amongst others that stand out.

Swelling from another day. Stress giving you hives. Buzzing in your ears. Swarming thoughts as you stare into space. Thankfully reminders of better times make you stop and smell the roses.

There is more than what you want to see.