My mind feels like a well kneaded dough ball without a single air pocket.
Nervously I circle the freckle on my upper chest with the tip of my index finger.
and wonder why?
I want to run away.
I want to run so far that I leave behind all sentient beings.
I want to run into arms.
I want to run so hard that I knock love down on its face.
Instead I watch my chest rise and fall in a rhythmic pant.
My mind feels like a bowl of raspberry jelly with a floating chocolate frog.
Nervously I bob for the prize.
I want to drown in the sweetness of raspberry; conversely, I want to swallow the chocolate frog.
and I know why.