Dirt

[i wrote this over the summer...]

Stepping out into the dark red dirt of my new home I gain a sense of "unusualty". Never has there been this sort of feeling from my body. I feel lost on this new ground and unsure of its surrounds. How do I cope with this feeling of discomfort?
I walk. I bounce. I run. I feel the ground. I get a sense of familiarity. To deal you have to adjust. I notice the differences and point out the negatives and positives. What makes this ground better than the one before. Well, this ground is red, not brown. This makes things a bit more vibrant, new and edgy. I feel like I can rebel just a little. Not too much or I might end up in another un-known land; something I'd rather not visit again. Not only does this ground look different it feels different. The texture is tougher, like clay. This must co-op with the rebellious state, the tough texture balances it out. Even though it may be wild and out there, the strength doesn't allow it to go too far.
I enjoy the idea that this substance can reflect the emotions and the feelings of a person. Everything around us has a positive and a negative to simply balance it out. Both traits can be visualizations of ones actual emotions. Not only emotions but personalities too.
This dark red ground is the ground I walked when I first moved to North Carolina; the hard clay substance that ruins everything white. So in one stand point you can say that the South takes the purity out of an individual or it can bring a tid bit of rebel in someone. The dirt I once use to walk on was brown black and broke easily. From my point of view, this just means that no matter what things kept falling apart and were unable to be fixed. Now that I stand on hard clay my personality and over all well-being is at a better place.