infinite whispers

Sometimes I just sit somewhere and suddenly I feel like I am glued to that exact spot.

Everything in me starts to scream. I feel like I need to get out, to go for a walk just to run away.

My lungs demand a breath of fresh air, air that is not caged by walls but endlessly wide.

I feel like this uncontainable need to move is going to rip me apart any second.

And yet

all I do is sit on that exact spot

and wait for that silent scream to die down,

until it remains nothing more than an infinite whisper.

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