do you remember that bedtime story your mother used to read to you multiple times a week when you were a child? i remember it so well. the little ugly duckling gets lost and eventually finds its way back home... where it belongs.
i feel like the ugly duckling, the one in the family who never gets paid attention to. i feel lost in my own train of thoughts, and im waiting for my home to come to me, not my residentual home, my home. with the lord almighty. Im waiting for my lord to accept me with his loving arms. the ugly ducking is obviously different from others in apperance and in personality. just like you and me.