What had come my way in life at that time, I had to accept, but, I knew, things would not remain the same the familiar wind, the familiar bus stop, and those larger complexities of differences between adults no longer in love, familiar paths were to be mine only for a while longer, so I walked the neighborhood streets in my bare feet while feeling the heat of the fading summer day through my skin. While the pain from the splinter in my heel paled in comparison to the heaviness of that familiar tormented house I was born into, the darkness of the night welcomed the stillness, of which I would take in for myself from those summer streets, through the bottoms of my feet, not knowing why I wandered so...., 2025