I wrote this shortly after getting sentenced. I like to fancy myself as a halfway decent writer, but when I'm being honest, I realize I am not all that great. However this is something I'm actually pretty proud to call my own. If you read this, and if you like it, please comment below. I love all my readers and am interested in people's thoughts. A Leaping Ladybug When I was in jail, I had a dream where I was once again close to somebody I had loved. And so intensely did I love her that it was as if we had transcended to another level of existence. In fact, we had. We were there, in that new world, when a man came into our room. He told us that he had something he wanted to show a songbird, but that most of all, it was me who ought to pay very close attention. He then led us to a vineyard. One like those I used to walk through back in Sonoma. One where I could eat grapes freely and forget that I was me for a little while. It felt like how I imagine a home would feel. ...