I need somewhere to begin…

Running headlong past all the strollers, walkers, joggers, runners, marathoners…until my stomach cramps kick in and I’m forced to slow down and breathe. Forced to match the pace of the people whose lives are as intertwined with mine, as mine is with theirs.

I cannot stop myself and stumble. My vision goes blurry and I feel the rough concrete against my skin. I feel at once hot & sweaty and cold & clammy. I raise my hands and they shake. With lustlove, with passion, with life. I inhale and exhale.

This is my time to breathe.


One Comment Add yours

  1. JR says:

    I love that song.

    PS: This is my blog with nothing on it haha

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