Holding your breath
We run blindly through the night.
If we stopped, we might realize...
how frighteningly precarious
how unsure we are
So we close are eyes and hold our breath and run
We turn left or right and it probably doesn’t matter, but maybe that’s all that's kept us from falling
Anything is better than standing still
In full knowledge of our vulnerability
don't @ me
9 years ago
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