Finish line

March 23, 2010
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My hearts racing to the finish line, thumping so loud its making my head pound. It’s so hard to control. The urge to stop just keeps slipping away, inch-by-inch second by second. As if there’s no end, but I know this is just the beginning.
Times running out, if only I could make it to the finish line. I’m almost there; I’m almost there. Why can’t I make it? I want to give up, but I know I can’t. I want to just stop, stop all of this, it’s pointless.
It’s so hard to stop everything, its like trying to freeze time…utterly impossible.





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