Friday, March 4, 2011
The pitter patter of heels, shoe steps hurried from here to there. No bells, alarms, just voices blurred, meshed. Engines rev and yell announcing departure from here but not staying long enough to inform us to where the desire. bodies in constant motion, faster, faster, faster, never ceasing for a breath. No glances to admire another life. One's own desires brought first hating and condemning freedom to come and go. Brought up to look after number one ignoring two and three to only realize they will be your downfall.