The Dangerous Art of Blending In

The sky is clear and a cool, grey color. The water`s choppy and hard, and has the cue of a charcoal pencil. I want to draw it, but I`m not sure I could do it justice. This view and all it includes is strong. It can take everything that gets thrown its way. No matter the harshness of the season, this sky, this water, these trees keep standing here, defying the elements. I tell myself I belong to this view, this sky, this lake, these trees. I belong here with him.

Maybe I`m not so ugly after all. Maybe no one is really ugly, and maybe no one has the right to call someone that or tell them that they are. Maybe the only real ugliness is what lives inside some people.

I stop and look at Jeremy. I was right to believe there`s a better person in there. I can see that guy in there. Jeremy just hasn`t met him yet.