Hair gets thrown around
Eyes focus
The rush starts to creep in
The mind gets cleared
Everything eases
World slows down
She moves faster
Elated and overwhelmed
Ground backs down to the past
She moves to the future
Joy wins her back
While sorrow loses
Yet,
Hot and sticky
Long lines
Streaks down
Leaving the mark
On her red shot cheeks
She realizes,
The desperation
The urge
For
Another somebody
She realizes,
The distances worthless
The pleasure short lived
And
The isolation.
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