Tuesday, 4 March 2008

Make me a non-human.

today I want run. i want to run so that my heart pounds louder than traffic. I want sweat to run over me like water over sheer rock. I want to run as if being chased, like a dog. But my body is flawed. My breath would seize in my chest like a fist around my heart. My bones would stick and jar. Someone needs to take my bones apart, smooth them down and put them back together again. So I could run and keep running away. From my own boring thoughts .