I step on the streets, feeling the burn of the heat on my feet. Keep walking for the feeling. I need something and the only thing I can feel in pain. My body numb from the heartache, feeling of deep depression and anxiety sink in. One thing keeping me bonded to this earth, gravity, gravity of my feet being glued to the ground.
I keep going, hoping for a road to lead me away from this lie of a life I'm living. No love, no one to love. Not the life I want to live. CRASH, the burning is replaced with stinging. Stepping on broken glass, finally I feel something other than my broken heart.
