I am from wiffle ball bats, from Gillete and Suave.
I am from the archaic barn. I am from the rose merry, the chives
I am from hiking and talkative, from Christine and Mike and Hill.
I am from the writing and running.
From honesty and kindness.
I am from no church. Only visiting once and a while on Christmas.
I'm from Albany and Ireland, potatoes and tacos.
From the death of my uncle, the life of Sophie and the hardiness of my grandpa .
I am from the memory boxes in my closets, the photo albums in the living room. All displaying my past along with my families past. Old trips to Maine and new friends and family members.All together representing where i am from.
Fading Away:
Youre breathing quickens
And so does your pace
The adrenalin flows
You mind completely clear
And so does your pace
You try to think but its just a jumble
You mind completely clear
You relax and fade away
You try to think but its just a jumble
A momentary return to the real world as you step on a twig
You relax and fade away
But you soon fade back into nothingness
You relax and fade away
Youre breathing quickens
A momentary return to the real world as you step on a twig
The adrenalin flows
Running:
Rude awakening to morning grogginess
Uncontrollable feelings of nothing
No boundaries to what you can do
Never wanting to stop
Intense discomfort that happiness when you are finished
No outside problems cross your mind
Going beyond comfort
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