The 12th Sun.

Father, teach me how to fish? For I am in no mood to eat poultry, this month. For I am not them, this particular month.

And I do not want to go to the market, for I am not me, not during this month.

I remember the times that I loved the market. Do you?



But then, the river is so far away. If there is even a river still!

How am I suppose to survive?

I don't want the food that strangers send to our doors. God knows what's in them.

I want, I want, I want...

I know what I want.

But I can't ask for it.