Sunday, October 3, 2010

the slow drug

My heart is beating so fast right now.
It scares me sometimes, it feels like a bird about to flee my ribcage.
I was dead for so many years that I forgot what's it like to be awoken at night by the sound of your own heartbeats thudding in your chest, asking you to do something about it.

1 comment:

Raisa said...

keep a bottle of water on your night stand.