We're running out of time. Running out of time to be what we mind have been. Running out of time, we're running to keep up, to catch up. I don't want this to be the end. But I think we might be too late. We're on a roller coaster. Wind is blowing, my hair is flying everywhere. I have to close my eyes. I'm blind. I'm terrified, but it's exhilarating. We're running. But my legs are tired. I'm out of air, my lungs hurt, my side hurts. I need to stop soon. Please, stop with me. Please, help me to keep going. Please, don't let it be the end. Please. We're running out of time. 2008-04-20T06:04:41Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/28080 <p>well, nothing anyone interprets is really wrong. I didnt really know what I meant when I was writing this. That&#8217;s what I meant about confusing, I guess. So it could mean a lot of things.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/28080?basename=57521 2008-04-20T06:04:41Z wytherwings http://ficlets.com/authors/wytherwings <p>This isn&#8217;t confusing. Well, my interpretation isn&#8217;t. Like wanting to make sure you are not alone, right? Well, then again I could be completely wrong.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/28080?basename=57519 2008-04-20T06:00:06Z More Ways Than One http://ficlets.com/authors/cicforever25