I’ll see you soon. Just around the bend. I smell you already; acrid, acidic. Delicious. I hear your frantic steps running away. Soon, I’ll taste your fear.
They followed her for days. She wasn’t easy to get ahold of. No, she had the skills of a bear, of a mountain lion. She was strong, and fast, and figured they would never find her. But they had technology better than that of her mind. Her golden hair was easily seen in their radar, and the bracelet she wore turned on every magnetic field around her.
She would never get away. It would never end.
Am I on track? I’m not so sure – sometimes I think I am, and then other times I know I’m not. It’s funny how that is – maybe it’s because each day brings with it it’s own challenges, and we reframe exactly what TRACK we think we need to be on . . . it changes far too often. I want to find ONE track and stay on it.
I ran and I ran, but I didn’t know how long I could keep it up. my legs began to turn to jelly as the heat weighed down upon my body, running and running in my lane. why was I doing this? I thought. I could be sitting at home, in the cool air conditioning, watching my favorite show, or eating a nice sandwich, or just relaxing and taking a break.
People run track, I wish i could, but i have awful ankles and knees..Plus, lets be honest, Im a little on the fat and busty side. It’s asking for a black eye and a broken bone.. I wish i were more athletic.. Although, I rock as a Defensive End.
I’ll see you soon. Just around the bend. I smell you already; acrid, acidic. Delicious. I hear your frantic steps running away. Soon, I’ll taste your fear.
They followed her for days. She wasn’t easy to get ahold of. No, she had the skills of a bear, of a mountain lion. She was strong, and fast, and figured they would never find her. But they had technology better than that of her mind. Her golden hair was easily seen in their radar, and the bracelet she wore turned on every magnetic field around her.
She would never get away. It would never end.
Am I on track? I’m not so sure – sometimes I think I am, and then other times I know I’m not. It’s funny how that is – maybe it’s because each day brings with it it’s own challenges, and we reframe exactly what TRACK we think we need to be on . . . it changes far too often. I want to find ONE track and stay on it.
I ran and I ran, but I didn’t know how long I could keep it up. my legs began to turn to jelly as the heat weighed down upon my body, running and running in my lane. why was I doing this? I thought. I could be sitting at home, in the cool air conditioning, watching my favorite show, or eating a nice sandwich, or just relaxing and taking a break.
I wish I could’ve experienced the funness of records, but NO – I live in the forsaken 21st century, where nothing is tangible anymore.
People run track, I wish i could, but i have awful ankles and knees..Plus, lets be honest, Im a little on the fat and busty side. It’s asking for a black eye and a broken bone.. I wish i were more athletic.. Although, I rock as a Defensive End.