ConsiquencesI cannot look you in the eyes. The ground has become my sanctuary of sight, for that is all I can bear to see. The faded glimpses of your sighs, and the prospect of your disappointed, straight-line, pursed lips gives me a sense of your discontent. Your eyes don't even look at me as you walk away from my quivering body, settled on the concrete step in front of your door.Your large calf nudges my knee, a notion to go back within the house. Standing is a war. A battle fought between my brain, and my muscles; who will prevail? I need to stay outside, my body missing from the frustrated young man standing before me. His body so strong, formed fr