7 February 2013
I want to break out.
Run into the night, into the dark woods with the moon light on my face.
I want the rush. I crave the adrenaline. I want my lungs to burn. I want the forest's cruel branches to scrape me up. Blood can run down my skin. The scrapes can burn. I want it. I barely feel human. I want out. I craved freedom. Just me, and the woods.
Craving. • Opuss № I