monday, may 5th, 2025
05:22 pm
someone needs to write a book about gut feelings and how i know mine is always right. my heart never stops beating so quickly because that's the only way it knows how to. i don't need a monitor when you can see how my hands shake.
stolen car keys and stolen air. i lay on the floor when my legs aren't acting right. it's no use. i cling my knees to my chest, afraid that if i put my legs down they'll disappear. i look at the timer on my phone and my heart skips a beat. you get nervous too. we can't stay very long like this before the outside comes in and forces you out.
it's not fair, it's not fair. i wish you didn't have to always drive. i wanted to finally pay it forward yet three and a half hours doesn't feel long enough. i would drive eight hours if i could. sorrow's just another word and gallon in the tank. you lick at my wounds and run a hand down my cheek. the air that enters your lungs and leaves is my lullaby.