The weight of the world on my shoulders as I drown, the only thing I can think of is "I need to get out".
I feel like shit, my gut feeling isn't a good feeling, yet I still follow the voice in my head.
In the corner of the room, I come across a board. A set of wheels that transcend me into a time in my life where I felt care-free.
With the urge to feel something, anything, I pick it up.
I kick, and push, until my feet get sore. But I'll never be able to out-skate the unescapable.