I can see it.
The Skin encasing my heart, pulsating.
It races.
I struggle for air.
I'm no marathon runner – I'm a chronic smoker with half a lung, with a heart in a condition much worse.
I shut my eyes, in a faint attempt to attempt to faint and shut myself off from everything that I have ever laid my eyes on.
But I still feel it.
I press my finger tips against the skin encasing my heart.
And I wince at every beat.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
I can see it.
The Skin encasing my heart, pulsating.
It races.
I struggle for air.
I'm no marathon runner – I'm a chronic smoker with half a lung, with a heart in a condition much worse.
I shut my eyes, in a faint attempt to attempt to faint and shut myself off from everything that I have ever laid my eyes on.
But I still feel it.
I press my finger tips against the skin encasing my heart.
And I wince at every beat.
Just One of those nights...
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