Thoughts



My heart explodes.
I can barely breath.
Sweat rolls off my skin.
Just a sample of what is to come.

Escape.

I am hysterically running
Running, searching for sanctuary.
A building, a car, anything.
Then I stop.

I turn my head.

I find my answer.
The wind whistling through

the branches,

Softly calling my name.

It's perfect.

I must find others.


John Cali GMS Student 1998