i had a pb&j&shroom sandwich.
i hated it.
peanut butter is too sticky,
jelly is just not wet enough to help,
and the mushrooms were annoying to eat.
i did enjoy the bread though.
i watched the big bird movie,
just like we used to.
and after the big bird movie,
we watched a sad one.
about a man, and mrs. robinson.
i remember the premise, and the feelings,
but i don't remember much else of it.
at one point, i played with the shadows,
my hand seemed to turn into ribbon,
the walls breathed, the fan colorful.
i've heard horror stories
of looking in the mirror.
i looked at myself, and cried, and smiled.
there was no better feeling than that.
i noticed all of the small details around me.
the blue veins in the bathroom wall tile,
the sky, the stars, and the trees.
i cried a lot, and couldn't figure out why.
we sat to watch another movie,
and i felt what You felt.
Your pain when you were where i was
is hard to put into words.
i wondered if i was where i had to be,
if i was going anywhere,
and if anyone would miss me.
we passed the gate, and are headed straight down.
