Discovered In A Journal.

What happens when you’re all wrapped up and the need to break free is a desire so strong it burns your heart black? A mother left behind a husband and 2 children and a household of memories. It’s so nice outside I want to run into the big blue sky and mash my face into it like it is a padded wall and I am a lunatic in solitary confinement at an insane asylum. To lay out and bake in the sun, maybe I’ll shrivel up and evaporate – cremate myself to disperse into the air. Love comes home and I can’t get enough, I can’t get my fill. Even when we’re wrapped around each other, inside each other, our sweat seeping into the other’s pores, our souls making connection through our lips, I can never be full of him. I need to get out of here. Be free of responsibility. One day my brain will simply short circuit – blow a fuse – and I fear I’ll have nothing left but a capable mind that forgets my name and a limber body that never even knew it once danced. I’ll just rot away, evaporate, cremate.