Running in the Rain...

I woke up and ran in the rain this morning.

I sprinted through the streets as if I were prey being chased down by an unknown predator.

I ran until I no longer had the choice to feel. I felt nothing and it was a disasterous bliss!

My breath left my lungs in gasps, my heart pounded erratically, but still I ran full speed ahead.

My tears never had a chance. As quickly as they fell, the wind swiped them from my face and blew them in every direction; they are free.

I woke up and ran this morning; I ran, I screamed, and I cried.

I sprinted through the streets as if I were prey.

I ran until I reailized that the predator stalking me was within my own gypsy soul.

I collapsed on the curb, panting and gasping for air, looking like some whack-crack whore waiting for a bidder.

I sat on that curb, finally alone, and wept.

Everyone has those days. Now that I am finished, what would be my first thought?

I AM GYPSY!