QUOTE : I spent most the day sleeping…or night…I <br />feel a little better. I know that there should be no more walks outside. But really… <br /><br />I destroyed the tomb of shit. I dug the rat out and held its putrid body close to mine, and I cried, and as I cried I held tighter and tighter till the rat and me were one. <br />And as I cried I whispered, ‘Don’t leave me Mommy! Don’t leave! Hold me please!’ And I almost thought I could hear her whispering back, from somewhere deep within my head. <br />And as we held each other I forgot about all this crap I was buried in…I too was like this rat, we were both dead only I still awaited to be rescued from my grave of shit. But in this <br />moment I was rescued by some long lost memory… <br /><br />A child’s joys. A child’s fears. <br /><br />Do we ever grow out of them?