Ai-For-Art

Confessions Just four more steps, pushing yourself forward with the breath burning your lungs in, out, in, out, in. You start to breathe through your nose To stop the burning pain in the back of your throat, but it just follows you and stabs your nostrils but at least it saves your chapped lips. You don't want to listen to the way that your breathe sounds like a rasping sobbing girl so instead you listen to music. Kings of Leon, The Killers, You like bands with K. Just like how you like the number four. One, two, three, four. Four steps, it hurts so much. Rain drenches and bobs up and down as you run, sometimes it stabs