Snippets

I can’t think of anything worth dying for.
I miss home, I miss you.
The way your deep brown eyes sparkled in the light.
The way your voice dipped when you spoke my name.
I want to feel that sunny feeling.
That warm, satisfied feeling of a hard day’s work.
I’m running through the mazes of my mind.
The hedges are high, the exit far away.
I feel my fingertips tingling, shaking.
The red haze I look through distorts what I see.
I’m running. Faster. Faster now.
Run faster, the sweat is pouring.
Thudding heart, aching legs.
Safety is merely an illusion .