At home, parents have left again. Squealing and animal sounds come from the t.v. room where my brothers wrassle. Surprisingly it's peaceful here. Just sitting in a baggy t-shirt noticing the beauty of sunrise across a dewy world. A wild bird calls out to his neighbor and I wonder for a second what it would be like to just go exploring without shoes on. Until the reminder of sticks and burrs burying into soft flesh. Oh sister won't you wake up so I can go walking? I think as I bite from the cold poptart.