Two minutes. Waiting. My heart is ready to burst. The lanes are naked, clean, ready to be torn up by cleats and sweat. Hundreds of eyes blinking and staring. Chatter swarmed into a calm storm underneath this dome. Waiting is the hardest part. The anticipa...
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Any day like today Yesterday or Tomorrow. A lonely long sidewalk. Music Contained inside black shells Against your head. The same steps you’ve walked Your entire life. Notes building, gentle. Gliding sounds stringing Your childhood from birth in a Rushing...
My beginning: No control. Outside the window, the cold wind is howling and whipping back forth. Inside, deafening electronic music is pounding while dozens of drunken college kids slam their heads and blow their fists in the air. Steaming red lights beam...