pills were strewn across the table top, half chewed and broken, their white powder spilled like sugar on the hardwood surface as he sat with his head in his hands.
he was spent and hungry sweating from his brow channeling down his arms to his elbows.
he stood up quickly making the chair screech across the wooden floor clammering to stay upright finally finding balance in gravity.
he stood by the window and peered outside, the sun blinding his retna.
Children glided across the grass and danced hand and branch with a group of trees rooting in mineral-rich earth.
He stood and gazed behind the whipping curtain and held the window sill tightly with his hands, chipping paint onto the floor and deep under his fingernails.
sitting back down at the table spotted with medicine bottles and cotton he again rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes masking his thought in darkness. . .