ncnac03

Twenty-one, turning Twenty-two, Tired, Needing sleep, Hoping for a miricle, Waiting for something warm and wanted. Six Foot, Brown hair, Tattoos; only one can be seen: The most importa;t of all. Hungry for a life I can't have, working as hard as possible for things out in the distance, but sprinting 5min. miles to get there. Sore from all the headaches, and angry from all the people, dissapointment in only myself, but thrive on it none the less. Too much time to end up not one step forward in life therefore never reaching the unachievable, just running on the treadmill this life placed me on. Looking for a way to press the 'STOP', but there is a short in the circuit. Thinking about forgetting how to run just to fall off, bruise up, wash the cuts, bandage the wounds, and find a new track that is out in the country some where; something more peacefull. something out of the 6'x6' room with white walls no door and poor circulation of the sweat-dampt air. Looking for a new path, and hoping happiness is around the next bend, or the bend after that. The Goal!