When your mind runs wild
There is a certain physical feeling when your mind runs wild. Is it a figure playing hopscotch down the windy path of your gut? Or are there hordes of screaming teens rushing through the bottleneck of your throat to get to their idol? Maybe it is a beach-goer, stretching his back on a sandy cove in your brain. It could conceivably be a lonely single singing songs from their youth in the shower just within your ear. Or, perhaps, there’s a late-night councilman painting street lines on the smooth road of your neck. Speeding through that roadwork is a sports car with tinted windows, heading down the highway of your spine. It could even be the magnetic pull of your loved one by your side, holding your body in place.
You stand up from the bed. You close your eyes. When your mind runs wild, you are alive.