I crave for air all over my face. For the noise and bass blaring through my ears. For the adrenaline. For the cliff diving. I crave for flying. I crave for the rush, for the unsafe. For the going.
But I'm stuck.
I'm stuck under my blanket. Right beside the comfort of my stuffed bear. Stuck with too many pillows. Stuck with earphones on both my ears and book in my hand. Stuck with silence.
I crave for the jump, for the "letting go".
I crave for everything and nothing.
But I'm stuck.
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