I wanted to run.
Outrun the insane wave of thought and emotion I've been wrought with (or in denial about being so)
Until my insides scream, my chest hurt, my feet burn
And my legs give out and leave me in a sodding heap.
Then I wanted to pick myself up and run some more.
Until the music in my ears become no more than the wind going crazy,
Until I am so, so painful that I'm numb,
Until I am shaky and delirious.
I can't quite tell that I'm crying anymore.