It didn't begin with a sweaty 3-2-1. It began haphazardly and mistaken.

mom - Rachel, make sure you pack enough clothes, it's a whole weekend!"
rachel - Okay whatever.
(exit mom)
rachel - yeah this will do
(throws random shirts into bag)


sitting in a folding chair. the bottom turning cold, itching me to stand..oh how how he speaks to us.
the man said 3-2-1. and he said follow me.

Still Spinning...

there's nothing i can find that can throw me into retrospect quite like this. watching the world just keep on going.
you fell down, but the meeting still went on. living in a bubble never got her anywhere.
you broke a string during a johnny cash set. sorry, my dear, but he's still dead.
you didn't answer the phone to hear the news. but it still happened, weather your dead or alive.
the river still flows. the sea's salt water still stings.
the bird still chirps. the cat's claws keep cutting.


see, you've moved on years ago, e pur si muove.