Swine flu came to wrangle me closer to the keepers eye. I was in and out of sleep for three straight days. Five days after the initial feeling of sickness I am finally starting to move and eat again. During the first three days I kept waking randomly to my neighbor practicing trumpet. I wondered if his name was Gabriel. I wondered if it was Gabriel himself. I told myself in a sweaty-cold fever-fervor that I must live more often and open. Who else but me is responsible for the choices I make? For the social anxiety? For the declarations I always swear I will adhere to, but never do? I Corinthians 15:52 "in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed."
cheyenne:
why you gotta give it away???? dammit.