from p.6 on Mon., May 4th

• He walked
  with his head held
  high, while the world
  pushed harder and harder
  onto his shoulders.

• Darkened skies that
  cried as the wind
  howled.

• Feel the chilled,
  loud wind
  whipping against &
  through my hear as I speed
  down the trail.

• The smooth, sleek
  plastic laid between
  my palms as its buttons were
  mashed desperately trying
  to seek
  revenge.

• The crust, perfectly cooled,
  a golden brown. The greasy goodness
  on my hand as I pulled the white cheese
  layer, showing red sauce
  now
  filling my shirt.
  A stain that would last a lifetime.