Boom

Sometimes my foot steps fall faster than I want them to.

And tugs at metaphorical heart strings hold too tight to let me snake out from under their grip.

I just don't feel depth like I did.

I'm a linear equation.

But not increasing in rate.

I'm parallel to the x-axis.

Drifting forever to the right.
The left.

Carrying heavy feet one.

Over another.

Pitter.

Patter.

Drip.

Drop.

Splat.

Riley Welch
2/26/2015