Running from Eggshells
Running around the park, I probably look like a madwoman for anyone who cared to pay any attention. I don’t care. I just need to get away. As far and as fast as my feet can carry me, I just need to get away. I run and keep running my laps around the track until my exhaustion finally beats out my will and I collapse onto the ground gasping for breath. I flip into my back and sprawl out looking up into the sky, the tear stains drying on my cheeks.
The Infinite Project
It didn’t start out as my infinite project. But eventually, I had to face the facts. Once again, I had chosen a challenging and intricate project to begin a new craft with. Add a little bit of life into the mix, and you have a recipe for my infinite project. Let me rewind a bit.
The fate of anyone facing their last moments is to watch the events that made them. As I embrace my imminent demise, I think back on my short existence on this planet- heart shaped locket clutched in my hands. The locket I refused to give up, the small trinket that set me free, the gift that ensured my execution.