DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE
BY DUSTIN SMITH
I reside in prison. Everything is concrete. Yet every night, as I lay my head upon my pillow, I fall down a deep dark rabbit hole of my own. I tumble down a well of consciousness, bumping against the memories of people I used to know as I sink endlessly into the darkness. My world seems curiouser and curiouser in hindsight. People seem to sharpen in focus as they fade into the past. Everything fuzzes around the edges when you’re looking at it too closely. I hold people in the palm of my hand in the upside-down space, turning them back and forth, discovering all the intricate little eccentricities that made me love them in the first place. | DS
Dustin Smith is my eldest son. He is turning his mistakes into a life with a purpose, helping people with their recovery, and discovering that he has so much to give this world. My son is in prison. My son is a recovery counselor and is attending college. I'm very proud of him, his personal growth, his ability to find light in the darkness, his desire to help others, and his ability to turn his vices into virtues.
With Love,
Dustin's Mom