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i gasp in this waking life, thrown ashore, my chest heaving in this consciousness. but once i've calm myself, i'll see that i have legs and a little imagination to get me through this. i run open chested into the wind, taking in and releasing in equal measure, images of you sprouting in catatonic and psychadelic beauty in front of my mind, in the fore front of my mind. i run open chested into you, heart first, i've never felt so free, i've never felt so vunerable. i hear my heart, familar, soothing, a stabile and safe place to lay your head.