You know how sometimes, something beats so hard in your chest, dying to get out like the alien chest scene in the movie of the same name?
Yeah. It feels like that sometimes.
It lingers at my fingertips, it tempts me to dare to get it out, spit it out of my system, screams silently from my throat and sometimes, I barely hold it in.
And then it dies a quiet death. Or so I think it does. It stops its incessant hammering in my brain. It stops toying with my imagination and it leaves my dreams alone. Or so I think.
Then it nags. It floats like a ghost just beyond the periphery of my vision. I can never get a full glimpse of it but I know its there. Because I smell it. Its scent fills the air where I am, always letting me know that its just around the corner. Never too far away.
Now the question is this.
Do I succumb or no?
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