Photo: Jesse Untracht-oakner

The heat of the afternoon makes my brain numb.  I am waiting for the rain, the rain, the rain...  there have been so many questions about the choices I have made in life so many this past month,  I found myself becoming self inflictive and down.  This is not a way to think,  Is it that I am growing up?  My mother usually laughs when she says those words while looking at me.  I feel PERFECT for myself.  I am as childish and as old as possible everyday.