a_speck PeeT he was always a big fan of open fields and had this urge to just flat out run and so that's what he did, arms out, the waist high grass brushing his legs like a thousand caresses. pausing and catching his breath after several hundred feet, he gazed out over the meadow to the distant, rolling hills of bare trees, at the sea blue sky and the toilet paper clouds. he wondered how he appeared from that distance. a speck in the eye of god, he knew. and this is why i matter, he thought. i am part of all of this, even when i die, my flesh will feed the earth. i have a part to play. i have lines to speak. 120921 what's it to you? who go blather from