Does it ever stop? The constant in-out, in-out of the breath. The placing of one foot before the other, over & over & over. The incessant blinking of the eyelids. The constant necessity of resisting the urge to take a rock & smash in the head of someone (anyone) . The knowledge that one's life is over & one is merely waiting to die.
2 comments:
Whoa, man. breathe.
Editor Speaking:
But it's the breathing that's driving us mad!
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