A long breath takes place of a short sigh. In each of the past three seconds, a few days past where I led my emotions down a molehill. A tight, yet vast opening in the ground where I dreamt much as a child and even more so as a scarecrow. I have proof of seven thousand wonders I have lived. Perhaps a slight exaggeration, but I like to hold on to life as much as I can. The sun likes to do the rest for me. It likes to fuck up brain cells and corneas. It likes to swallow the lemons from the tree and boil the snakes on the ground unable to find shade. Where is this day going? The sun has finally showed its ugly head and the clouds all quiver from the sight of him. He has retaken his throne. Now why the fuck did he send me inside today? Godammit.