God, i need to eat another piece of flat bread, i need to be unleavened. time and time again, bits and pieces i am afraid of springtime. i lay out the house in green and fear hiring the yard man. as i mourned the ice and snow and ran from the darkness, now if wish the light would go down. always mistaking the future for the past, that is why i must walk around sinai, all day long i watched movies about jesus and remembered something i once believed though i didn't touch a roll and wouldn't take the leaven and i remembered how we were once told heaven will come in the future if you just believe but now, on this seventh night i must learn to live, right here, right now, in spring.