running... 
running...to the point of not breathing. My destination..no
particular place, just sit and listen. Listen to the
beat...the heartbeat of a mass bump..thump bump thump is it
my heart? I hear words whispered, lies screamed hidden
behind a mask of happines..of forgetfulness, anal thought.
Doubt is what brings me here, darkness is what keeps me
there, shrouding me. Slowly black veiled figures crowd
around, I suffocate and fade to black...to disappear and
fall under the weight.