Monday, September 15, 2008

16.

i feel so compelled, i feel small and afraid.
my feet touch down quickly and pick up just as fast.
repeating.
repeating.
left right, right left, right again.

my lungs take in air, they breathe in tiny particles, non-filtered.
my heart beat, it races, picking up and gaining speed.
it races.
faster and faster.

repeating.
i'm running in place.

1 comment:

Claudia Cash said...

erica. i'm upset, and i need advice real bad. i hate girls, they're so mean to me