Sunday, February 1, 2009
Hidden behind our teenage lives.
Your hands are shaking faster than your heart is racing. Your stomach is in your throat. You feel like someone has grabbed your heart and squeezed as hard as they possibly could. You're escaping the reality around you, think of a time when life was easy and you could breathe free. Your breathing speeds up, and your head is spinning. You feel as though your stomach just made a full force drop from your throat to your feet. You turn and run barefoot down the warm blacktop far into the pitch black night. You're running without thinking of the distance or the risk, you just run. You run straight into your house, up the stairs, down the hall, and into your room. Slow down take a deep breath. You change into more comfortable clothes, leap into bed and fall asleep as if nothing ever happened.
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