running by Angela Thomas i run away. i hide in boston, dc, long island, california. wherever i can get to and far enough from here. i want to unplug, disappear, and melt. i mean, don't get me wrong - it's not like i'm having another nervous breakdown or anything, i just want to be alone - away from the city. new things. hot nights. steamy, passionate kisses. lusty glances across an unfamiliar bar with smoke hanging in the air. make-do without the comforts of home. that look of awe. of fresh and new in an unfamiliar place. like the first time you discovered the removable showerhead in your mother's tub. i want ripe. headiness. waking up in the sheets and not knowing the scent. lust. mistakes. pleasure. 08/09/2008 Posted on 08/09/2008 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/09/08 at 01:57 PM ...angela, this is ME in garland texas and yet in memind, i'm always running to "do" tbe myriad things you list...i hope it's normal, don't tell me if you find out otherwise, a very well-crafted inner need[s] of all of us...like throreau said, 'most of us lead lives of quiet desperation'...lovely in its sentiment... Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)