Someday there will be a banquet of consequences and we're all going to sit down to it.

i was in a wistful state for the greater part of the day. it was like i was half asleep...not quite gone but not quite present.

my mom noticed. she deduced i was either sick or sad.

i was both. course i'd only admit to being the former.

in the afternoon i sat on the steps of our porch, letting the rain wash over me... the sound of it, the taste of it, the smell of it on the earth. subtle...yet intense. i ran my hand through my hair. it was smooth and slick to the touch. at that moment, it didnt seem so hard to breathe anymore.