A kind man put a cigarette in my mouth, and maybe when I fell, the earth pulled a breath through me with gravity. A worm in my brain felt ecstatic. The remorse didn't go away, I still felt the pain. And when the raindrops touched me later, I knew that no roses would grow from my cells, a grain of wheat that rotted before it died. - Did you wish for something to happen, something that might have saved you? - I wished, yes, I wished I had cried. Maybe a few drops of tears would have saved me, if I had been sad without despairing.
