I've been blasting music in my room since breakfast ended and my sister said she was going for a swim.
Now with the door locked and the lights dimmed. I sit on my favorite sofa and write.
I write until there's nothing left to says, I let the words consume me, and then I release the storm inside. I write until I can't make out the words on the pages from my tears smearing the words. And then when I've had enough I quickly change, scrawl a short note for my sister, informing her that I'm going out, and I run.
I run as if I were running away from my fears,
my problems,
my hopes,
my dreams,
myself.
I just focus on the pound of my feet on the pavement; thud, thud, thud.
I let the sound fill me..... become me, become who I am. And soon enough I am nothing more than one of the many sounds heard throughout Durham, North Carolina.
