Little boy spoke up to me even though he was about a few feet shorter, and his words grew in height and mass. Wrapped around my wrists as I calculated the displacement of the volume of velocity. The world became inertia, "how can you be born without a momma or a daddy? How can you walk across the street with no one to hold your hand? How do you grow up?" The force of the vector stopped & ticked on anyway. An unsolved mystery