green light. go. by Angela Thomas running from something, head smashing on glass, feeling like i don't know how to stop the spinning feeling. grasping and begging for something, someone to break my fall. from what exactly, i have no idea. fall from grace, sanity, happiness, peace, joy, i don't know anymore. i like the streets best at night when there's a string of green lights stretching sixty city blocks, gliding like flying, air whipping my hair across my face. right then, my path is certain, determined, understandable. you never know when or how a free-fall ends. 04/18/2011 Posted on 04/18/2011 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)