regarding monday's trip to the old barn.

a story out of tune, wet grass between your toes. it's always the same in here. i climbed an icy hill towards that broken down barn and fell and hit my knee hard. it didn't bleed, but later turned into a dirty purple bruise and it hurt to walk for days. later, when i found the photographs they were different than how i remembered taking them, and the sun was different too... brighter. the wallpaper in the house wasn't peeling as much and the floors seemed more stable. the worst thing was that i couldn't hear the curtains hitting the empty window frames.