still intact, when i last visited. gratuitous it was, but not forthcoming the least it was! i want to be big and walk away. released, lifting the veils off my eyes and the weight off my shoulders. yet i find myself drawing the curtains, ready to be put down with this load i’ve been carrying longer than i’ve cared to remember. the rest is bygone.

the voice in my head whispers – “dev. dev! let the sleeping dogs lie!”