Am I crazy?
For wanting to go outside
And lay down on the asphalt.
Feel the cool roughness against
My back.
To run my hands along the ground and feel the rocks tarred together.
To look up at the sky and see the rain clouds overhead.
To feel the chilling breeze
Teasing my hair
And whispering in my ears.
To feel the ****** of raindrops gently falling on my face.
To hear the rumble of cars nearby and know that I am in their path.
I don't wish to die, but
I like the thrill.