The air is thick with heat, 

Making me feel as if I’m drowning.

I keep walking, for the fear of going back propels me,

penetrating the walls, invading my space, 

comes the sound. 

it chases me, finds me, leaves me with no place to hide. 

searching for the source, I face the noise, 

I found it was easier to forget than to hold on, 

a relief to consider myself free. 

I never could’ve realized how suffocating it was to chase thrills,