Don't Forget I'm not in line.

In the line of studious people, they all stood erect with pride and tears flowing down.
Although just one couldn't stand, he broke the line between not wanting to see and seeing but not believing. At the funeral the man who broke the line bared reality into his whole being and lost the need to stand or think of this wrong. His friend was dead and that was sold to others too. He took to the ground like a dog does to his carpet in the living room. Comfort and satisfaction embodied him like love cascading to a head rush.
A month would go by and every so often his foot wold trip his body a bit, just enough to jerk it. Enough to make him know he is still alive with a pulsating heart and a mind to think of nothing but that moment in time.