Life wasn’t worth the balance
Or the crumpled paper it was written on
Maggie
She had a strong urge to walk barefoot on the city streets tonight. She can actually feel it in the soles of her feet, they almost burn hot and want to touch textures and feel the earth. Unfortunately it’s in the middle of February and the streets are frozen, even more than she could handle. She decides to walk around in her basement as a compromise, the dusty concrete cools and sends tingles up her spine. She don’t know where these urges come from, it’s almost like sex. It moves in cycles through her body on an almost predictable schedule. Peaking to the point where she just wants to run wild, other times it drops to a level where the thought of doing anything makes her cringe.
