19 July 2012
Jumping over bike sheds, Careening through the halls, Launching off of rooftops, Then hopping over walls... Sprinting around landscapes, Air whipping through my hair, Dodging trees and branches, As if they are not there... Hurtling through underbrush, Then concrete under foot, I could make this journey, With both my eyes shut... Desperate and wanting, Crashing through a door, Take stock of my surroundings: I'm finally at the store.
The things I'll do for a chocolate bar.
MISSION. • Opuss № I