Reborn.



Free.



Relieved, but still anxious.

I don't know what to say.
I overanalyze and rethink and remember and forget and let go.

It's funny.
How I sat there ...laughing.

Laughing.









As she starts to draw nearer, the view becomes clearer.
The splinters are painful, but she doesn't feel it.
The pennies were loaded, and as they exploded,
She starts to spin out of control...
Her eyes are now closing, her sleeves are unrolling,
Up past her head and her veins are all showing.
Not that she noticed, she's thoroughly focused on
one old man who's... laughing.
Who's laughing...
Who's... laughing...



Who's laughing?