22 September 2012
Heavy breathing and moving feet, But the ground beneath them they never meet. Pumping hard, running fast... Staying still. How long will it last? I need to leave, I need to go. My feet won't land, it won't be so. Hurting heart and panicked breaths. Relief, a dream, thank God I left.
©Odd
Had a dream I was late for work. And no matter how fast I'd run, I just didn't seem to go anywhere. Waking up is a relief
Running On The Stand Still • Opuss № I