An Apple, Some Peanut Butter and a Bottle of Water .

Tears.  Months  go by without tears finding their way down my cheeks. Then they come.  Tears sting my eyes as I try to fight them back.  I dam them up until they overwhelm my efforts and spill. Wiping them away with the back of my hand I say "Damn, what are you crying about?"  Its … Continue reading An Apple, Some Peanut Butter and a Bottle of Water .