These Four Walls

The Fickle Heartbeat

lonely man

Shared by Michelle.

Sometimes I feel too much. I can feel my emotions pooling inside me, ready to spill out over my edges into my apartment. They flood the floor, seeping into my carpet and flowing all the way to the edges of my walls. These four walls. The place where I am contained, where my emotions are contained and where I feel the pulsating beat of my life emanating from within me and threatening to break through everything around me. I remember her. I remember her standing there, while the wind was blowing through her hair. I remember the sound of the train approaching, and I remember our very first kiss. I remember the way she used to come up behind me and hold me gently while I was brushing my teeth in the mornings. I remember every single road trip we’ve ever taken, and how she’d…

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