I like it when it rains because no one realises i'm crying
I can feel them, their bodies against mine. Their aroma, It stifles me. It's hot. I long for the start. There is so many people here. Yet why do i feel so lonely? The atmosphere is tense. Silence...The race begins At first we all cling together like birds all in time. We begin to disperse, smaller... Sign in to see full entry.