i think we tend to run away when faced with guilt. to cope, all we can really do is look ahead, because we can only see things reflected into our iris. if we can't see our guilt, we can choose to believe that it subsequently can't see us, like children. but it can, because it takes its shape as the memory of another person. it catches up to us, anyways. when i felt guilty, i'd never know what to do with myself. it's not tangible, so i can't release it from my arms and watch it slide down the trash deposit. but i can't stuff it somewhere deep and invisible either, because the mere action of doing that would force me to look it in the eye. i wished always to free it, even if it meant it'd flap its wings over my head. eventually, it would fly away, like most things do with time. that's not to say i was able to set my guilt loose every time. actually, i feel it caged within my heart, locked away so tightly that it constricts my ability to speak and turns my...