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.
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.