THE WINNING FORMULA

ST
ST
Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read

The tears speed down my face the way a Maclaren shoots across a race track.


Depression is on my tail,

Yearning for me to slow down;

In an attempt to overtake me.


I check my rear mirror and accept that Anxiety is looming in.

How fast can I go?


My mind mentally shreds the tarmac off the track.

I scan my speed, thrust down on the throttle, and then squeeze my eyes shut.


Suddenly I hear a deafening bang;

And then the most exquisite red and amber fireworks light up the sublime sky.


Now you tell me, did I win the race ?

-ST

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