PART 5 - ANOTHER TIME
Each pounding of my heart, rhythmically, followed, the growing, thin film of sweat, washing the dried mud from my face, one grain at a time. My wobbly fist, clenched the torn and muddy clothing, which was only a fiber away from becoming a pattern of loose threads, covering my mud crusted abdomen. A competition with a snail, would be the appropriate, fashion in which, I managed to get the entrance of the restaurant, with my heart and stomach struggling to maintain their structure, as fear, swallowed their normalcy, intoxicating every ability to think. The suns rays, comforted, the freezing, anxiety, that stabbed me like a hunter's blade, cutting through meat, but still stung the struggle that fatigue, punched, into my injuries and lack of sleep. Despite it, being day-time, I became a ghost from the ancestors, wading through, the crowd of the citizens of the country, like I didn't appear, covering my face. I couldn't believe myself. Another trip to the counter, only with the