desperation
she's running down an alley. its long and winding, and she wonders when it will end. her feet are bare and bleeding. the floor is cold. and wet. water forming rivers between the cobblestones. she's been running for as long as she can remember, hence the bloody feet.
she wants to stop, but something keeps her going.
the voices in her head are getting worse, and she tries to focus on the pounding of her heart and her feet splashing in the puddles. it felt good. it was relief. if only for split seconds at a time. they'll find you. you have nowhere to go.
she wants to wake up. to find that it was all a long, bad, vivid dream...
she wants to stop, but something keeps her going.
the voices in her head are getting worse, and she tries to focus on the pounding of her heart and her feet splashing in the puddles. it felt good. it was relief. if only for split seconds at a time. they'll find you. you have nowhere to go.
she wants to wake up. to find that it was all a long, bad, vivid dream...
posted by Deb at
10:09 PM
3 Comments:
hey debbie,
(should i start calling you debs? :) )
its been a while. how are you?
i know that road. its not a nice place to be.
hey sam..
i'm just battling with life. she can be quite trying at times...
you can call me anything you want really. debs is cool ;)
hope you're doing better than i am :)
i'm having a hard time too right now. just broke up and thinking of becoming a doctor, oddly enough, with all the work that entails.
which is why we should talk, sometime. :)
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