maybe you don't realize you're rushing too fast, thinking plenty thoughts the day is young and it's ready to choke you. of course you can't let it, well you'll try. and that's exactly what you're thinking of. that particular choking in complicated areas of the day. but anyway, when you're running down the stairs, flinging wrong shoes off right feet, grabbing the right things in the wrong hands, you run out the door with hair pulled roughly out of your shirt and a backpack ******* a single shoulder, you run out the door, you silently thank your dad for keeping that door open, the tiny acts of kindness that keep you moving, keep you functioning, you run out that open door, you don't look back, you run down the concrete steps into the fog, into the rain, into the grey, into the sunlight, into the 20 degree chill, and you never notice, not once. you are starting a day of endless possibilities. you could cry or die or meet your match. you could make a puzzle or make a friend or lose him. you could scream in pain or joy you could build a castle maybe a mansion full of princesses dancing and a frog might leap in front of your toes. the infinity can happen. endless questions with eons of answers. and all you can think of is whether or not you'll make the bus.