so i lounged on that trampoline, boring book in hand, skin sticky with sweat and sunscreen. once i turned that final page, hoping for an ending that would be worth it (and being sorely disappointed) i couldn't help feeling like i wanted to climb out of my own skin. so i stood up. too quickly. my head spun and my eyes burned as if i'd looked directly into the sun. i began to jump. the soft breeze tickled my skin and melted away all the leaves, buds, and other various debris. i jumped, hoping that if i jumped long enough - jumped high enough - i would escape this. for a second there, i started to believe it. until my knees buckled and i crumpled to the ground. who was i kidding?
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